It took a moment to sink in, but when it did Tal flashed a pained grin up at the gorgeous god. Ah, puns. At least they were easier to take from someone who looked so good. "I mean, yeah, I do... an' this would help a lot!" Puns were a small price to pay for a weapon that would keep him out of harm's way and Tal gave another firm nod. Dark hair flopped forward over his sweatband and he pushed it back with distracted fingers, not wanting to take his eyes off of Frey for a second.
"What can I bring you or do t'help?" He was starting to get the hang of asking for favors from the gods and the challenges and personal growth that often accompanied such requests, and he leaned forward eagerly to hear what his part in the weapon's creation would be.
"What can I bring you or do t'help?" He was starting to get the hang of asking for favors from the gods and the challenges and personal growth that often accompanied such requests, and he leaned forward eagerly to hear what his part in the weapon's creation would be.
