Loki's eyebrows rose. He might not be much of an upstanding citizen outside their little slice of the underworld. But, he knew that keeping a baby shut up in a keg, even during the day, was not how you took care of a baby.
"I may not be an expert on the details of child rearin', but I am pretty certain spendin' the day in a keg is not good for the boy." Watching her with him, Loki shook his head, then motioned for her to let him take the baby. "You hold him as if you're afraid of being contaminated, when it should be the other way around. Here. What's his name?"