[A few times she notices that he uses her name to draw her attention to the really nerdy stuff, but it's a little cute how he gets excited about telling the story. He's a good story teller at least, she'll give him that. And this version of the story, the one he adds on, maybe it's for her benefit but she likes it a bit better.

People fearing the wife of the god of death, but not the god himself. (What a loser.)]

It would be nice to imagine they did grow to love each other equally, yeah. [It wouldn't be that strange. Affection surges, it doesn't appear out of nowhere, it builds. Look at the two of them, they were at each other's throats like rabid beasts at first and now she's ...pretty certain he now is the person to know all her secrets here. Starting with the Spacewalker story.

Not that she's comparing. She's not comparing.] It makes sense, though. That she'd be the feared one. If I had to spend six months in lightless gloom, just because some extrovert decided he fell in love with me, I'd bite heads off too.