"Yeah, she is. If you know what Canada is you're probably from my world or a world like it? So you might be familiar with the Norse. My mother's the Norse goddess of death." He's given up trying to keep a low profile. There's just no point in this kind of place.

He nods and... attempts a brief and shallow bow. It's close, and probably a little too formal, but he's used to seeing it at funerals rather than social situations. He's doing his best. "It's nice to meet you, too. And yes, we don't normally go by family names. ... I've had to learn how to pronounce a lot of different names though. I grew up working in the funeral industry, and in a big city you end up with people of all different ethnicities."