Asgardians didn't tend to title themselves the way those in other worlds did; as such, the phrase 'Queen Frigga' was a strange one to his ears. Their names always seemed to stand alone, and their titles were more like positions. He didn't think he had ever been referred to as 'Prince Loki' in his life. Still, he did not point that out. There was no room in the conversation to make that remark politely, and if there was one thing he had learned thus far, it was that he definitely could not get away with being impolite in front of Frigga here. Not unless he wanted to upset her; and just then it served him more to have her on his side, which was tentative at best these days.

Hopefully, Natasha would keep to her secretive, catlike ways, and keep her mouth shut on that front. He didn't think he had to worry, but he was ever wary, in case she decided to pull something on him.

"Shall I get you a drink, Natasha?" he asked, with a bit of a teasing smile, suggesting he was surprised that she didn't have one of her own already. Was she culling her earthly pleasures to keep her senses sharp, now that he had found the Tesseract, or was she just cutting back on the indulgences? Or, more likely, she'd simply just downed her latest one.