Loki couldn't really say that wallowing was only a fool's errand - he had certainly done it himself. After all, that was what he'd spent the first six months at the hotel doing. So he shrugged, and when she mentioned the mistletoe, he smiled slightly. "I might," he said. It was not a very nice story. Many stories involving him often weren't. He had to wonder if some of them were true, or would soon be true.

When she leaned in towards him - acting very un-Sif-like, if truth be told - he raised his eyebrows. But he could easily play that game, and he grinned at her, wondering what it was that she was about. "Perhaps I am," he said. "That is to say, I'm answering questions about Midgardian customs, as if I am some sort of expert. What are you implying?"