"I'm very antisocial," Loki admitted, with a somewhat roguish grin. Ruby's attention was, alas, bringing the charming prince out of him. It tended to only make its appearance during festivities, though of course lately it hadn't really been present even then. "But even when I'm not hiding in rooms or closets or what have you, I'm not always being trailed by women.

"If you've so many handsome men back home," he added, "can I expect someone to jealously pop out of a door and take a swing at me, then?" He wasn't going to suggest all pretty women have a suitor - Sif, one of the most striking women he had ever met, was certainly courted daily, not that she paid them much notice. But a woman didn't need to take a companion in order to be angrily fought over, and Ruby had the sort of face kings launched armies over.