Though he viewed Midgardians with a vague amount of disinterest - they were delicate creatures, short of lifespan, and generally madcap - that wasn't to say he was beyond noticing them. Perhaps their short, blink-of-an-eye lives brought to the fore an activity of the mind that was often difficult for Loki to find on Asgard. In any case, she had surprised him; that alone merited his notice. Even if her one advantage was not knowing a single thing about him, it was, he had to admit, a difficult advantage to a member of a royal family.

Besides, she drank like an Asgardian.

He smiled at her. It was a good smile, the sort that would sometimes make a girl pause, before her eyes invariably strayed to Thor. He motioned to the glass she set aside, indicating she should keep it. "It will, eventually," he said. "Pour yourself another, Fiona. I'll settle the balance. Not to butter you up; but generally drinking is better with company."