He smiled gently. He wouldn't argue with her. He didn't feel like it. Loki's moods swam about these past few months, but he was always an observer, and she was giving him something to look at.

He pressed his hand lightly to his chest, as courtly a salute as he could create across a bartop. "Noted," he said. Every movement he made was both idle and charged with purpose; it was an intensity he didn't often bother with hiding. It made some people nervous, but he doubted this Midgardian either cared even if she noted it.

"Maybe a different subject, then," he said, "do you know where this place is? In the scope of time, space, and everything else?"