Loki's mouth had been open to protest but snapped closed and he was left sitting very still, watching her warily. A soft sniff of derision was all that could be heard, aimed at himself, as he was still unwilling to even dive into the why of what happened with murdering anyone. That had cause another little stab of something he thought of as regret. He pushed such useless feelings aside and looked forward, arms still folded over himself.
"You need not apologize," Loki said, keeping his voice far lighter than he certainly felt. Sure, he might do that if he was absolutely livid, but his temper had cooled more ever since his mother's death. It didn't help that Darcy was actually a fine mixture of beguiling and blunt, which he'd like to deny that he thought such things at all.
"You have already stated on the network to the valkyrie that you wished to share a room with her, and Thor will not leave me be. You have now made a promise to retrieve a fierce elite warrior of Asgard from climbing to the top of the statue. Merely by asking nicely. How do you hope to accomplish such a feat, Lady Darcy? Will asking nicely work on this?"
Without looking at her, he raised one hand just enough from the crook of his arm, to indicate the statue that the ferry was sailing toward.