Floki was far from intimidated by this Saxon woman. Sitting comfortably in one of the sturdy chairs, his eyes flitted about the room. Taking in the details, the craftsmanship. There were things he found interesting and others he found utterly boring. Although this woman circled him like prey, he knew she was no match for him in battle. Even with his back turned. Athelstan repeated her words and Floki couldn’t help but chortle. It was most amusing hearing them come out of the priests mouth. “The gods blessed me with such skill.”
She stilled her walking in circle like a pray to stop behind him, hands supporting herself against his chair as she leaned into him. "I think I like those gods if they give deft hands like that." She whispered, turning slightly to send a mocking smile to Athelstan that was the one in charge to traduce what she just said.