"What is your name?"
The ivory prince lifted his head up from the fish, a curious smirk on his face, cerulean gaze icy. "What is your name, Jarl?" he said, the words coming out as a soft growl. He knew he wasn't really a Jarl but for now, she would address him like he was one. After all, he was the leader wasn't he?“Lærðu að takast á við mig með virðingu, stelpa" he said, the words coming out of his mouth like a gentle caress.
He decided to tell her his name, after all they were probably going to travel together for sometime, she was going to endure pain inflicted by him. "You will either address me as Jarl, Syver or Lord Ironside." he said slowly and softly, in his accented voice. He had given her his first name and two other options which to him, was too generous. He should have just let her call him Jarl but it was done and he couldn't erase what he'd just said.
He began on another fish, deciding to talk about his former leader. "Ragnar's followers weren't vikings, at least most of them weren't and most did not share his beliefs or culture, my beliefs and culture." he said, tilting his head to look at her straight in the eye. “hrafn" he said her name in Norse. "You do know I am a Viking right?" he said in a tone that meant You better remember that I am a Scandinavian and I can inflict any kind of punishment on you whenever I desire to.