"I guess that's about right."

He sighs softly, running his fingers idly over Ivar's body. Ivar's touching the scars on his face, and he closes his eyes to bask in the attention. He takes a deep breath and lets it out, quiet and slowly.

"Was I like this, the first time you met me?" He chews his cheek, studying the viking's face carefully while he thinks over his thoughts "Seems like the more I change here, the less I connect with... the people I'm used to."