Anders mock pouted at her assurance that his answer thus far was considered boring. He was about to assure her that the truth couldn't get much more interesting when her eyes went black. If he tried to say he wasn't shocked then he'd have been lying. He didn't recoil as such but he did flinch away from her momentarily. "What the..."
No creature he'd ever come across had eyes like that, admittedly he pretty much hung out exclusively with gods, but he'd heard stories of giants and dwarves. Once her eyes went back to normal he regained his composure and his intrigue for her. He suspected he wasn't going to get any answers about her until he gave her more about him. "Alright. I'm the incarnation of Bragi, Norse god of poetry. That's why I can talk people into doing shit." He told her. "Doesn't seem to em work on you though..."