For a moment, as the silence gathered around the two men, Odin wondered if the man had left, having never bothered looking his way. It was either he had left, or he was preparing to attack, regardless the pause did nothing to increase tension for the Lich. Whoever this was, they wouldn't be able to kill Odin. He couldn't die, so it didn't really matter whether they were here or not.
His voice broke the silence, agreeing that the view was pretty, but for some reason was marred by the two of them, at least Odin assumed the man was referring to himself when he spoke of two monsters. So naive, Odin concluded as he let the man continue, hearing as what sounded like a weapon was drawn, but it didn't sound metal. It was only after the man spoke once more than Odin bothered to actually look at him, and his wooden sword.
"Mankind? You realise I was human once yeah? Angels and demons have their own creation shit so I don't know about that, but I was born just like you. In fact, how old are you?"
Looking at the man, it was entirely possible that he was older, or at least a similar age, to Odin himself, despite the wild differences between them.
"Also", Odin felt it was worth clarifying for the man, "Humans most certainly are the plaything of other species: at the very least seraphim, demons and, well, me."