[Her eyes narrow further in warning as he moves closer. The absolute cheek was grating but she took a breath and calmed herself as much as she could. She is a goddess and she shouldn't let him irritate her so.]

My duties involve very little celebration ever. [She collects the souls of warriors and what they do in Valhalla is the closest she's come in a long time.]

Most detest the Chooser of the Slain. [A death goddess she is, to most.] And most know not to be so familiar with one.