The strong scent of burning amber tickled her nose, making her breath catch for a moment before she could complete the inhalation.  "Aesir," she replied, her tone taking a slightly unpleasant tone.  It wasn't that she didn't like the Norse, but that the smell was just a bit too spicy for her.  Of course, the smell of dry dust and sand meant that her own pantheon had no place to stand for complaint on aromas.<br/><br/>"Maybe we're planning this too much, overthinking his abilities.  It might just be what you said, and he doesn't know as much as you'd think just because he found me.  That means that he thinks we just steal indiscriminately and that Fate sent him to us."  The uncertainty and burning curiosity was quickly aggravating her, showing up in her voice as a sort of agitation, like an itch that just had to be scratched.  Valerie never did handle her curiosity very well.<br/><br/>"One of us is going to have to engage.  I suggest me since I'll be able to run and escape if he makes a move.  If you'd rather, though, that's fine."