'My friend.' He'll get used to it one day. He's sure he will. Maybe. When she responds a little cheekily in kind, it only draws a little more of that smile out of him. Good, she's comfortable enough to be that way. That's enough for him.

And there is relief in her moving past his complete shock, allowing Donar to nod and tap his cheek as he listens.

"In Japan - the country where I was before... wherever this is - the closest they would have had were retainers to the Gods, I think." He offers it almost absently, and... though there is a spike of something - frustration, perhaps - at her speaking of herself as a pet, he can still quell it easily enough. "It sounds like you had a great and terrible job, your whole clan. And... if it isn't too large an offense, it sounds like you're not so dissimilar from humans, in that we were thought to have been created as an... experiment, of sorts. That depends on which mythos you follow... and it's probably considerably different." On this, he wavers considerably, unsure if it's the right thing to say. Their worlds are obviously terribly different, but still... For how cold he can appear, he clearly cares about his words and actions quite a lot.