Ah, so Ruby must have found Sif after Loki had taken his leave. Even with that additional information he wasn't entirely sure he had dodged a bullet with that one or not. He would rather not have ended up competing for Ruby's attention which, he knew, may very well have happened. Competition was a healthy diversion on Asgard and far from rare, though it was one that had eaten Loki alive from the inside.

"Well, at least you found her genial," he said. He would certainly talk ill of Sif, especially if he was angry with her, but just then he decided it wouldn't do much good. Who knew what Sif might have told Ruby about Loki? And, more than that, he just didn't care enough. "She isn't so much courtly as she is respectful, however. Interesting that it translates." Royal politics were not Sif's strong points, but they weren't the strong points of most of Thor's friends. "If you meet my mother and brother, you will see the differences soon enough. My mother outstrips us all. My parents like Sif quite a bit, however."

He could only imagine how Sif had responded to these questions - quite robustly, in all likelihood - but Loki just tipped his head to the side and offered Ruby a ghost of a smile, and did not answer them, or even acknowledge their existence. "So is that all you've been doing lately?" he asked. "Coming to the aid of floundering Asgardians? You ought to be careful, they'll come at you in droves."