Aulfr froze, and watched the woman who probably didn't want certain things happening to her start teasing and tempting him. His face, as the rest of him, froze into a slight smile, the smile from her remark about how she slept. He stared at her- or, more accurately, where he probably shouldn't stare, if he was a polite gentleman- and slowly reached up with one hand, and scratched his forehead. He tilted his head to the side a little, looking a tad bit away, and closed his eyes as she retreated from her tempting pose.

As she turned away and started changing, he asked, "So, [i]if you don't mind me asking,[/i] why were you staring, exactly? More specifically, why were you staring at my pants?" His smile suddenly turned a tad bit evil, before he forced a complete poker face, absolutely expressionless, except for mild, innocent curiosity. 

"I mean, of all the people the Handmaid serves, it's Death of Aulfr Volsung. Or maybe I'm both? Hmm, that could be true. Has a nice ring to it, don'tcha think? Oberjarl Death? Naw, maybe I'll get it passed so the name "Volsung" is synonymous to our deity of death." You could hear the mocking in his voice, the laughter- but it wasn't entirely mean, or ill-meant. It was more banter, for him. Someone that could match him in a fight, and wasn't horribly scarred- the scars she had, in his opinion, made her more attractive.

But she wasn't that attractive at all, he knew. Yes, not at all.

He had to turn away before he stared again, and instead walked back to the window, peering out at the soldiers again, trying to distract himself from thoughts provoked by her actions. So, staring at the soldiers, he replied again, "I'll give you something. Maybe even something good, if you don't bite somebody."