Skwisgaar smiled, turning his hand over under hers before lacing their fingers together. "You like at dolls? I wouldn't have guess that at all." His smile was somewhat warm and fond, moreso than it would have been if it weren't for the fact that toys brought back memories of his Toki. Hardly a reason at all, in fact, but he had good memories of toys in general.
Then when she said she'd like to know about it, he told her a short story about having been a teenager - younger than his younger self was - and getting lost on his way home from a show. He learned then that walking was not his favorite thing to do at all, but that seeing a city from his feet and seeing it pass him by through the window of a limo were totally different. He was impressed at the beauty of the old district, how much history there was built layer on top of layer. "Dis, by de way, is de old district. Where we are sitting on right now, de Gaets and Nordmen fought for de freedoms of Sweden in a vury big battle. De Gaets lost, and moveds on to Norway. Swedens is a Nordic country, hasbeens for de whole of history." He sat up then, smiling proudly. "I am of Nordics blood. Norse. I also is descendeds from a line of great warrior-kings." Hence his love for all things even remotely related to epic battles.