He already greatly preferred this version of her to the apologetic one from moments before. Not that he begrudged her that - simply that Loki was used to, and more at ease around, women who tended to hover on the sharper side of things. Where he was from they normally didn't apologize. Or look embarrassed. "I'd agree to that, just to see what kind of sculpture you could manage with toothpicks and olives," he said. "But that would be cruel and toying with you, so I won't."

He raised his eyebrows at her. "Really, though," he said. "You come from a place where you know everyone?" How small could such a place be? Admittedly, where Loki was from everyone knew who he was, but the favour wasn't exactly returned. That was more infamy than anything else.