Barrow Fields Lord, show [m]e how to say no to this

She murmured something he barely caught through his heavy pants as he tied within her. Left to the gradual slow of his breathing and heart rate as he rode the high of pleasure down on legs that trembled slightly for a brief moment in the aftermath he thought about it. Kjalarr wasn't sure what a Sithis was and spent some time contemplating if he wanted to ask. He wasn't really interested in after sex pillow talk. They were mysteries to one another, as Odinn was to the mortal women he bedded and conceived children with. Though his curiosity was an starved thing, in the end, he did not ask who or what Sithis was, desiring to keep the enticing mystery between them as such: a mystery. He would be like the Allfather and keep his identity (and his curiosities) to himself and deigned not to ruin it by speaking, lest she wished to break the lust filled silence between them.