[He raised his eyebrows as Ivar started trying to explain why Ragnar's sex life was somehow any of his business, guessing that this would be a rich explanation. He rolled his eyes at the accusation.]

So... never? [Since he never had and had some serious doubts he ever would.]

I am so glad you consent, Ivar. [He cursed under his breath as another knife came flying at him and he had to sidestep it last second. Although it didn't quite hit its target, it definitely grazed his shoulder. Enough that it had not only sliced a hole in his tunic, but a bit of blood started to stain the linen where it had been cut. Ragnar grimaced but ignored it.] And what do I care who or how many people he has had sex with? It is just sex.