[Oh, the mirrors. Made sense. There were people around from all over the damn place and if this guy didn't have them, then that was far from the strangest thing he's experienced so far.]

Yeah, then I guess they do. Back home your appearance said a lot about you. If you were wealthy or important, if you tried hard or didn't care.

[He glances at the mirror and then at Ragnar, decides on strolling across the room to flop on the bed beside him. It lacks grace, purposefully, and he shuffles back so his feet dangle and he can swing them gently.]

What's it like, where you're from? [TJ bumps their arms.] Everyone as rugged and charming as you are?

[It's not his fault, promise. He can't stop the easy way compliments form. They just do. TJ, unconsciously, wants Ragnar to approve of him and since he thinks so poorly of himself, he figures the only way to do that is through compliments.]