He looked at Siv curiously, a smile still in place though his teeth were now hidden behind canine lips. Hrafn indeed was a simple enough man; he lived for his work for that was all he knew and had never felt the pull of a woman's allure, though Siv was doing her best at interesting him, with her knowledge of that or not. It was not sex for him but emotion, for he had never experienced either but knew more of the latter and this dark bound woman elicited emotions within his simple mind, especially as her fingertips touched him gently as she inspected his makeshift belt.
Her voice brought his eyes to hers and they spoke with a gratitude that he could not form with words, not bothered by the impudence that others might find in her unwavering gaze. "I will give them to you," he promised, placing a hand on the top of his hammer as if ready to hand everything away, though he paused in the motion, ears inching further forward as he spoke again. "But maybe where you stay so you won't have to carry." His statement was more of an assumed proclamation then a question, Hrafn of course not wanting to burden her with a handful of his ware but also wanting to spend more time with the mysterious woman.
Back home he would have not been so curious about a woman. Even during his travels here not even a thought of the opposite sex crossed his mind, but now... He knew it was more then just lust—for he had felt that before—but he knew he would have to experience those motions before he could pin point his exact feelings towards her. These were crude thoughts though and ones his parents—though deceased—would not appreciate him thinking toward a woman he was not completely abstained to.