"Well, I did ask if you knew anyone local who fenced sabre," Loki pointed out, looking a little bit shifty. "You just went and said that you'd still like to do it, despite that! Are you going to learn, next time, so that we rematch on my weapons?"
The towel in his hand was dropped precipitously onto his bag, or rather onto the fencing uniform that was presently on top of his bag, once Loki had finished wiping off his face. "Lunch sounds amazing, I'm absolutely starved."