I can't believe you're scared to touch me. You're a baby.

[ Huffing, he brings his arm back in and sips his coffee. ]

Yes, one of the Jotnar, but there's another story where I'm a creature of flame who became Odin's blood-brother instead of his son. Why? Why did one story take precedence over the other? Truth is subjective to preference. A living, breathing being is more believable than a ghostly flame, so I am not a floating fire hazard today.

And now what I am is the truth.