「 Skill Point ― Sadist 」

He was not aware of the shitstorm happening on the island. All he knew was that dad had left to chase after another one of that courtesan's children and hadn't returned home. Sverke was pressed by it, and on some level, Asgeir was too. But he knew his father was tough as nails, so it didn't faze him. That child, though? A gonner for sure if Tyr hadn't found her yet.

The boy snorted slightly at the thought. Though it wasn't amusing, it was more a matter of fact. Deep down, DEEEP down, Asgeir might've given a shit to know that the bastard child had died, they were family after all, in that weird twisted way he supposed. He wasn't sure if Dad was the father of that one, but the others seemed to be more convincing.

On that thought, Asgeir heard a shriek. It sounded much like the courtesan and not at all very good. Curiosity often killed the cat but in walked Asgeir, fearless as he peered across the distance at the shit going down. As he got closer, he realised the blonde girl was on the floor.... crying? He couldn't help the smirk that appeared on his maw.

Oh my god, this is great. he blatantly ignored Cupid, cirling around the blonde girl to get a better look at her face.

You? Crying? What a sight. It's made my day, really. he began to laugh, feeling his cheeks begin to hurt and his own eyes water.