Yeah, I'm the ultimate investigator. A regular bloodhound for untruths. Lies smell like the worst farts imaginable to these nostrils and I can weasel them out until I whittle away at the truth.

Little trick Mimir gave me.

[Slight exaggeration there. She could sniff out lies five times per day before she risked exhaustion or outright killing herself by smelling for that shit, so it had limited uses in actual interrogation, especially if her judgment was off, but it did have its uses.]

My nose is better than a polygraph, I tell you. Can't wait to see if I can make it better one of these days.

[Definitely not a figure of speech.]