Rune never pretended he wasn't a man who could be caught by looks alone. Just a look at his past lovers would tell that. He picked them for appearance, for what else mattered? A mind? A mind may matter when he took a wife, and then only if she had a mind for strategy or some other thing that would help him with the ruling of Valhalla when the time came. A woman who thought like his mother might be the best hope he had, or a kind woman, but Rune had never spent enough time with women who were not family to know whether they were intelligent or kind. He tended to either grow bored of them or else they realized there was no marriage proposal in him and took themselves off elsewhere. He was still surprised that the mother of his bastards hadn't found herself a man who'd take real care of her instead of just the children. Did he want to be in love? Yes, in a vague sort of way, but only with someone who was beautiful enough to catch his attention in the first five minutes.
Gia had done that.
"Is it flattery if it is the truth? Surely the Creator would have us praise the beauty of those she has blessed, most especially during this festival." Rune heard the remarks about how lovely his sister was but, while they made her blush, he simply allowed them to roll off of his shoulders. Of course his sister was beautiful, she was a Halvari was she not? They and their cousins were blessed in this regard.
"Thank you again, Gia, you are very kind." Synnove wasn't sure her cheeks had been this red in some time, and she also wondered if this may be a ploy of some kind to put her off her guard ... or if the rumors about Gia were really just true.
Rune still had the same smile on his face as he leaned forward a little. "So your family is from Avalon? I confess that I have never had occasion to go there, but I have heard it is the gem of the Realm. More blessed than any, surely, to have your family there."