Eli is quite content at this distance, enough to be in Woden's orbit without touching. Sleipnir had enjoyed being petted but Eli is not an animal to be kept and stroked at random intervals. "Should they be worried about me being here? I don't think you're dangerous."

He stares his reflection, holding his breath while the deep bass reverberated within his ribs; the same tempo that made the glass dance. It is mesmerizing to watch with human eyes, the memory overlapping with Sleipnir's.

"They're concerned. I work for them. I belong to him." Eli isn't specific but he's surprised to hear of this. Deep down, he suspected but now there was confirmation.