Noah makes a face at the very thought that he could be sweet. He doesn't think anyone has ever actually referred to him as being sweet before his life. They haven't even ever called him grumpy though he is quite obviously very grumpy half the time. She has a way of being very direct, but he's still staring at her with a bit of a face at the thought she might find him... sweet.

Ahem.

"No, not exactly. I was always too sickly to do much of... anything, which naturally made me different than every single other person around." They were all refugees of Asgard. They were a strong, hearty people, and Noah wasn't. "I was so sick it was killing me, and I was afraid of dying so I made a terrible deal with a terrible agent to save my life. I think it likely my own warning story might be told right along with yours..."

Never want for anything more, because then you could end up like great, great, great cousin Noah.