"Now if you didn't see what happened, this is Master's grandson. His own blood and flesh, you better pay some respect to him. I mean all respect!" corrected Odin quickly. "My apologies, Master Calhoun," Odin bowed his head.
Madeline didn't know if it was Odin's words or Calhoun's actions, but the creatures who had come to attack them quickly dispersed from there, leaving them alone. She turned to Odin and bowed her head before saying, "Mr. Odin."
MR. ODIN!
Odin felt warm in his cold non-existent heart of his chest. Nobody had ever called him with this much respect, and it made him internally cry in joy, but Odin didn't let it show up on his face. Instead, he wore a respectable face and responded,
"Yes, Lady Madeline, how can I be at your service?"
Madeline looked at Calhoun, and as if they had a conversation by their eyes, Calhoun asked, "Where is Vladimir?"
