John watched the young man's departure with a mildly bewildered air. "That kid," he muttered, lighting up the cigarette that he'd been holding in his hand, forgotten, for the past several minutes, "gives me the shivers."

He turned to Odin and eyed the big Asgardian gravely. "Well, Allfather, hate to greet and run, but I believe I need to see a nun about a room. Pleasure makin' your acquaintance."

The impression he gave was of someone trying very hard to assimilate everything he'd just learned, and equally hard to make it look as though he was doing nothing of the sort.