Holt just pulled her to him again after she pushed him. He needed to feel her close. "You are, but I love you regardless," he soothed with a soft smile. Would he put himself through all this insanity if he didn't love her? Not a chance.
"I guess.. I've never thought much of my music. It's okay and all.." he trailed off with a shrug. Holt was confident in many other things, but he could be a little insecure about his musical talent. Not that he didn't feel as though he could play or write or sing, because he could, but so could a lot of guys. Whatever was special about him probably came from Bragi anyway. The god was the master of words, not Holt.
But Bragi quickly interjected, "Betal ham ingen sinn. Han vet ikke hans potensial." The god grinned even as Holt pushed him back.
"I can't translate exactly, but I'm guessing Iounn can.. and I get the gist of what he said." Tone and expression spoke volumes.