Noah stares at her at that response and how deathly serious she is about the silverware before he laughs. It's a short, surprised thing at first even if it's genuine too.

"I'm Noah. And yes, I'm not exactly in the business of advertising the particular offenses, but everyone in Valhalla knows so you'd only have to ask one of those people walking out now, looking at me like I'm going to set them on fire with a look." They hurry on down the steps, murmuring and keeping their distance. "I've done two decades of awful so I don't know that you are a good judge after all," he says and then lifts up a hand like the grumpy cat that he is, and then his eyes flash that red glow which indicates he's a demon. "No offense meant."