Loki glanced down at her, raising his eyebrows. “I'm not a thief,” he said, with a grin. “It's all free. They'll just need to relocate their resources, now.”

Naturally, her train of thought was not known to him, but he would have been amused by it if he had known. For himself, he was still getting used to the fact there weren't roughly six layers of armour and leather between them for once. The stones were wearing away at him, too – at his mind, in some ways, but mostly physically. He registered temperature more clearly than he ever had in his life, and Sif was very warm, and the air outside had a chill against his skin. His drunken state seemed to exacerbate it, as well, which was more than interesting, but also made him not care as much.

“I admit to not spending much time on balconies, but I can probably manage not to plummet off one of them,” he replied, dryly. “So we could try that.”