"If I remember," Loki said, which was, really, the best he could promise. For him, promises didn't really hold much weight - he was a liar, and he liked to lie, but only when it suited him. Just then, it didn't. It was strange; the more contained and steady in himself he became, the more truths seemed to fall from his lips. These days he had no urge to play a part, to keep to a certain character anymore, and it made him less liable to fashion himself into someone at the expense of anyone else. It also allowed him to be calmer, less introverted - possibly even less malicious.

"Well, I'd rather teach you something I like, then," he said. "And will be useful to you in turn. I will look into it." At her suggestion they turn it into a drinking game, he had to laugh. "I don't think that's the best way to learn," he said. "Unless you plan on attempting fluency while inebriated. If you wanted to play a drinking game, we don't need the excuse of learning a language to to do."