Magnus decides to sit down on the rock they're perched on, bringing a knee up so he can prop his elbow up on it and rest his chin against his hand. Staring out over the lawn, he says, "I guess people when I'm from have a lot of opinions about premarital sex, too, but it hasn't really registered in my family, and when you spend a few years on the streets and then you die and go to the Viking afterlife, you have bigger concerns than, like. When people start to have sex." He quirks a grin. "My mom and my uncle both had affairs with gods. Mom never married. I think she loved Frey her whole life. We certainly went camping enough so she could feel close to him, before she died. My cousin... her mom is Athena. Totally different pantheon, so that's... wild. Though I think Annabeth was literally a brain child, so maybe my uncle didn't... I don't know. He got married later. Annabeth said that he didn't have a romance with her mom."
He shrugs. "But what about, uh, I guess postmarital chastity? If someone is married, or equivalently committed, does that make the sex pure?" He doesn't wait for Sagramore to respond -- he's on a musing sort of roll. "Some of the weirder opinions I've heard are, like, it's only good if it's for procreation." Another grin, this time directed more at Sagramore than the middle distance. "Which, obviously, to Helheim with that. But I really don't know about the relationship between, like, purity and chastity in my own time, much less any others. My aunt -- I mean, I guess, technically my aunt, Freya? My dad's sister. She's had affairs with like half the svartalfs in Nidavellir, and that's considered completely normal to everyone involved, but I bet if you told some of the televangelists that they'd have a total meltdown about it."
He wrinkles his nose, thinking about both the televangelists and the few scraps of information he'd gotten from Galahad. And also the fact that he's recently met a literal christian demon AND a literal christian angel. "No offense, but the more I learn about it, the more I think christianity is the weirdest religion."
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He shrugs. "But what about, uh, I guess postmarital chastity? If someone is married, or equivalently committed, does that make the sex pure?" He doesn't wait for Sagramore to respond -- he's on a musing sort of roll. "Some of the weirder opinions I've heard are, like, it's only good if it's for procreation." Another grin, this time directed more at Sagramore than the middle distance. "Which, obviously, to Helheim with that. But I really don't know about the relationship between, like, purity and chastity in my own time, much less any others. My aunt -- I mean, I guess, technically my aunt, Freya? My dad's sister. She's had affairs with like half the svartalfs in Nidavellir, and that's considered completely normal to everyone involved, but I bet if you told some of the televangelists that they'd have a total meltdown about it."
He wrinkles his nose, thinking about both the televangelists and the few scraps of information he'd gotten from Galahad. And also the fact that he's recently met a literal christian demon AND a literal christian angel. "No offense, but the more I learn about it, the more I think christianity is the weirdest religion."