She noted the posture, the voice, the distinct air of nobility she was all too familiar with at this point, and continued to smile up at him pleasantly. The neon blue lines that coiled around her dark skin pulsed upon closer inspection: rhythmic and timed the beat of her heart, glowing brighter when he pushed the booklet toward her; intrigued.

"'Tis a pleasure to meet you, Malekith." She replied, composure miraculously contained even as she slid the book closer still to properly observe the contents, slender fingers ghosting delicately over the unfamiliar lettering. "I am a Lunari." He didn't ask, and maybe he didn't care, but she was proud of what she was and saw no reason not to say as much after such a generous offer. "Though I take it you are not familiar - much as I am, unfortunately, not familiar with Svartalfer." The lilt in her voice suggested a very obvious interest in learning, however.