Magnus squints at Claudius for a long moment. What Claudius is describing sounds a lot like life at Valhalla: like learning to manipulate evil dwarfs, and self-interested Jotunn, and distractable gods. Like when he managed to get Jack from Ran's net... at least, up until she put that price on his head.
But he is a smart guy, underneath it all, and he can sort of get what Claudius is hinting at. At least, he can tell that Claudius really likes Galahad; that they have Galahad's interests in common, if from slightly different angles. He holds up his right hand, ring and middle fingers snug against his palm; thumb, pointer, and pinky splayed. "This means I love you," he says. "It's one way to say it, and the one that most people who don't know ASL are familiar with. The other one is --" He points to himself, then forms his hands into loose fists, wrists crossed over his heart, and then points to Claudius.
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But he is a smart guy, underneath it all, and he can sort of get what Claudius is hinting at. At least, he can tell that Claudius really likes Galahad; that they have Galahad's interests in common, if from slightly different angles. He holds up his right hand, ring and middle fingers snug against his palm; thumb, pointer, and pinky splayed. "This means I love you," he says. "It's one way to say it, and the one that most people who don't know ASL are familiar with. The other one is --" He points to himself, then forms his hands into loose fists, wrists crossed over his heart, and then points to Claudius.