He understood that nod, sometimes the silent type of conversations hit him easier. He may have hated Askeladd in his youth, but he had learned to read faces and take silent instructions from the man. With a glance he would know what and where he was meant to go if others were around who didn't need to be in the know. He had a great deal of skills he learned from the man that were coming in handy here.

"Já Yes. Icelandic." He repeated nodding his head. Icelandic was a off-branch of Romances. He didn't and wouldn't mind any buturing, he just wanted to be able to communicate and his English was bad enough that he would have no right to judge anyway.

When Jess said where he was from Thorfinn straightened his posture and seemed to perk a bit. "England." He repeated the word, it was easier on him, he's spoke it many times. "Ég barðist í orrustunni við London Bridge, undir merkjum konungs Swyen er." As he spoke he lifted his hands as if holding daggers. To mimic his old fighting style. The hand was shifted then to motion to himself. "Thorfinn." He spoke his first name. "Karlsefni." He had only spoken his nickname back home to one other in the village so far, and that was Jo. He was never proud of it, but he figured maybe it would helpful here, to this English boy.