This felt a bit like getting knocked in the head. There was a modicum of haziness as if what was happening wasn't happening to her exactly but to someone she was watching with mild interest. It was beyond the drunkenness - firstly because she no longer felt very drunk at all, and most of all because being drunk did not make your heart thump in your ears like a battalion of galloping horses. But then, neither did getting knocked in the head. Sif could not stand his gaze, knowing it had to hover somewhere between bewilderment and utter confusion. Only her pride kept her from apologizing, and her mildly numb legs from leaving.

Loki did finally speak, and it was not to say anything Sif had expected. Despite herself she rolled her eyes, a typical reaction in the midst of an atypical situation. Suddenly Sif realized she was still much too close to Loki, her face turned sideways not unlike a dog who had misbehaved and couldn't face its owner. What a horrible notion. However, if she moved she would have to face him. But this was terribly annoying. Might as well get it done with.

"Odin's ravens, Loki, do you wish me to do it again for confirmation?"