Though Pahn registered Anora's words he displayed no immediate concern for them. Odin, in contrast to this blatant apathy, gazed attentively towards the girl while she spoke. Once she finished, his massive shoulders heaved towards the silvery 'deity' in anticipation, exuding an obvious air of hope upon mention of an antidote. 

[color=6ecff6]"Yes, poison..."[/color] Pahn responds by flat tones after several seconds of staring blankly forward. His expression appears as that of someone consumed by practiced thought. [color=6ecff6]"You're right.. Incidentally, I've been troubled with leisure for several moons..."[/color] Pahn sighs, sitting back while his left hand runs slowly across the underside of his jaw and upper regions of the neck. [color=6ecff6]"You see, the trouble isn't death. The trouble is frailty. The poison isn't lethal, it simply lowers my strength to roughly that of an average man. After that, I'll easily recover to my fullest power."[/color]

Odin releases a sigh of relief that would feel more like a warm ocean breeze to Anora than any natural breath. It's powerful gusts push her hair this way and that for one brief moment amid air caked by scents of salt and incense. Though, before anyone could respond further, Pahn would continue speaking.

[color=6ecff6]"Being weak has only been an issue for the past billion years or so..."[/color] Pahn sits up, adjusting his posture to exude typical nobility whilst his left arm relaxes across the top of his booth cushion. [color=6ecff6]"Think of Earth as a furnace with gold more valuable than the galaxy being purified at it's center. Now, think of me as the heat of this furnace. No being alive can get into the furnace due to it's high temperature. Should I suddenly cease to burn, anyone can get to the gold. I may be able to regain my former blaze, though it won't matter if the gold I've been smelting is gone. Does this make sense? I'm not really in danger, I'm immortal. What I possess is the cause for worry."[/color] The natural belief of those last words is likely to further reveal Pahn's conviction that nothing can kill him. At the same time, his care free attitude towards concepts of immeasurable size is given more perspective: He speaks of the Milky as if it were a commodity to be traded and of a billion years as if it were some short phase in life.

[color=6ecff6]"Of course,"[/color] Pahn continues after one brief pause. [color=6ecff6]"should my regalia fall into the hands of the creature I suspect to be pursuing it, then much more than any space I've mapped may be at stake for immediate harvest." [/color] He states this by tones showing passive conviction, as if it were some natural law of reality and everyone present should acknowledge it should they not have already done so.