[ A soft chuckle rises out of him, his toes curling against the stone. ]

Yeah, I know what you mean...I've stuck out like a sore thumb ever since I was a kid. Even with...y'know, keeping the Niflheim stuff a secret.

[ His gaze draws up, sweeping over the lake, where Margaret rises out of the water again. ]

Guess I'm still getting used to...receiving them.

[ And moreover, feeling worthy of them. ]