Loki's smile, originally sly, wavered slightly at the slightly serious response she had for him, but he quickly brushed it away. He was far too inebriated to get hung up on it, and Loki was not sensitive enough to find harm in her wording these days anyway. He felt too sure of himself, less questioning, to really find flaw.

"I suppose that's true," he admitted, when she said she would simply throw him in. She could accomplish it easily enough, even without a crew of her pirates - adventurers - to back her up. Loki could hold his own against Sif for a time, if he wanted to, but really he'd much rather give in and let her lob him into the ocean than spend all of that energy fighting her off (only to end up in the ocean anyway). That probably didn't say much for the Asgardian conquering spirit, but he didn't care.

He paused, looking at her closely for a moment, and then absently wiped a speck of glitter from her arm. It was all over the place, these past few days. It was a popular decoration tactic, but was completely uncontrollable. "They keep shouting the time," he mused. "They're awfully concerned with the last few hours of a year that they probably didn't pay much attention to."