Sirius & Loki: 9:10pm, balcony.
"Saves me from saying it multiple times a day," Sirius said with a flash of a grin and a wink.
The admittance that Loki was new to friendship Sirius greeted with an easy nod. While Sirius had always had a distinct bent towards trickery and trouble, didn't he get so much worse when he didn't have his friends around him? It only made sense. "The very best," Sirius said simply, holding back on offering up his own friendship to Loki due to the aching need he had to play it cool.
He listened, keenly, to Loki's own explanation of what precisely he wanted. Sirius was curious about it was what Loki was doing back home that he thought he could do equally now, but that was a question for later. When they knew each other better, perhaps. "If I can go back with my memories, and James can go back with a way for them to survive the attack, we'd both rather be there," Sirius clarified, honestly enough. "Otherwise, here will do."
Sirius had spotted James, now, and was a touch restless to go to him, but he didn't want to leave on that point. Instead, he squeezed his hand on the bannister as he turned over Loki's own specific goals and priorities. What could he possibly offer a god? "So long as helping you achieve your goals doesn't have an adverse effect on ours, you've got my help, such as it's worth," Sirius said, and stuck his hands in his pockets rather than look at Loki for that next bit, which felt a bit too close to admitting how much he admired Loki. "I would remiss in my duties as a committed mischiefmaker to do otherwise. James would say the same. Listen, I'm going to get out of your hair for now, but we'll speak again another night?"