Freya watched as her idea turned and twisted in his thoughts. He had shields and guards up which Freya assumed was a personality trait but he was really bad at hiding certain emotions. Like the fact that he was thinking or the fact that something heavy weighed on him. He sort of looked like a lost puppy, just shy of bearing it's teeth at the rain for dropping on it's head without notice.

"It's Freya." Her smiled widened. It was a charming question. She'd had full conversations with people, had even formed short lived friendships with people but they didn't always ask her name.

A smile touched her lips and she looked up at him feeling excitement bubble in her chest. He more or less admitted that he was going to play the game. "Am I allowed to know your name or do I need to make one up?" She will make up a name for him and it won't be flattering.