[ Waiting until he can squirm around and rest a shoulder against him, he brings his hands up to cup Chris's face and says, in a heavily Norsk-like language that the universal translator doesn't recognise, ]
Þinn augerr lítendlessr blár lopt, ek munu fyrirallrtími haldþúr sem minn.
no subject
Þinn augerr lítendlessr blár lopt, ek munu fyrirallrtími haldþúr sem minn.