Ivar laced his fingers together and propped them under his chin as he listened to Ruby's tale. Whatever he'd been expecting her to tell him, it hadn't quite been something so extraordinary and remarkable, but he also didn't feel repulsed or like he needed to push her away. He still felt he could trust Ruby with his life.

"Well--" He said, pausing for another sip of the drink. "--You're an old lady," Ivar teased lightly. Much like Ragnar, he covered up a lot of what he felt with humor. "Is that why you were attracted to my family? Because we are different like you are, being varúlfur?"