Rikive grinned as she watched the red haired woman grow a bit red in the face with rage before turning and walking away. She tossed the empty cupcake wrapper to the side and stretched on the comfortable couch. "Thou will host me?" She asked him with a grin once the woman was out of ear shot. She seemed like the type that needed to mind her own business. "Oh thank thee Parael!" She stood so she could embrace the man. "I have not slept well since arriving to Midgard." She released him and took a step back with her hands on her hips.

She was so happy and relieved that Parael would allow her to stay with him. She was so exhausted with dealing with the strange human society. It was nothing like her father and relatives had told her about. For instance, whenever she heard the name of her Uncle spoken, it was always in relation to something called the 'Avengers movie'. Whatever that was, she did know that it was not the proper worship that he deserved.

"Pray tell, what is a Lyft?" She asked curiously before shaking her head. That was not what was important at the moment. Before the witch had interrupted the conversation, Parael had been giving her warnings. "What was the third rule?" She inquired, brushing strands of hair that had escaped her braid. The 'rules' were curious things. Though the vampire one made some sense, it was best for everyone not to bleed around a leech. But why could she not tell people where she came from? She was an Asgardian and it was a title she bore with no small amount of pride!

Maybe it had something to do with that whole 'Avengers' nonsense...

"Also, who is de Lucy? Is he the Jarl of this land?" The nosey woman had made him sound as though he was the law of the land. Worse yet, she made it seem Rikive had broken a law. Somehow, she didn't know how defending a man from being murdered was breaking a law. Parael had played it off as nothing though, perhaps the woman was just merely being dramatic?