"The All Father's Hall of course." She nodded her chin just a bit when using the title. Though that smile did not diminish. Certainly the mortal in her bed would have many questions and she all the time on Midgard.

"You are in the bed of Aithne Mac an t-Sealgair, ranked in her Flight." A lift of her chin as she said her title and full name with a bit of pride. "And apparently you've managed to find yourself buried in my furs."

Again, not that she would complain about that a bit. And her tone was full of mirth.