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A chuckle slipped from betwixt the Scandinavian's lips when she rolled her eyes playfully at him, earning a curious tilt of his head as he studied her with his ice colored eyes. Her clever play of asking him a question instead of answering him outright made her a curious creature to him and the Jarl was intrigued. "You did come, yes," Ragnar responded simply, supposing that it was open for interpretation. In all fairness, he had not given her an outright answer himself, responding with a 'that depends' teasingly and leaving the true nature of his own thoughts open for her interpretation. It was harmless fun, Ragnar had convinced himself. Harmless flirting and harmless attraction to her on his part. Just because he was married didn't mean he stopped being a hot blooded male. It didn't make him blind, either. And Ragnar liked novelties and mysteries. He was drawn to what could intrigue him by nature, drawn in to Nerian and Thistle in that way initially, as well. "Yet you will not share your important name with me, hmm?" The Viking inquired of her in a soft, teasing tone. In reality, Ragnar didn't mind the lead of a mystery. The tendril of intrigue that would linger like a ghost within his skull, keeping him awake at night with the question that he desired to answer what is her name? Like his All-Father Ragnar wanted knowledge and there were no lengths that he wouldn't go to to acquire it. "What would you like to learn, Ráðgáta?" Ragnar inquired of her calling her the Norse word for 'mystery' since he had nothing else to address her as.