"Ah," he says, nodding thoughtfully. "So more of a 'mysterious ways' kind of thing than a specific lessons thing. Very New Testament." There, a little angel joke. He's still trying out this whole idea of free will, not taking everything so seriously and whatnot. It's very difficult and he's not entirely sure it suits him.

"Well," he says, placing his hands on his hips and looking out over the fjord. "Outdoors is nice. Better for you, too, isn't it? And I suppose if it takes a turn for the nasty you have a fairly decent exit strategy." He looks over himself. "Or... I suppose I could smite something in this body, though it would be a little over the top, don't you think?" And really, he doesn't want to get into a habit of smiting things, wouldn't want her to get the wrong idea. That he's some kind of swashbuckling hero type or something. Yes, certainly wouldn't want her to get that idea.