Certainly, it was delicious. It tasted like something honeyed, sweet but not so much so that it was a distraction. Loki had never particularly understood why most Midgardian liquors teetered between gasoline or juice -- not that each didn't have a time of place, depending. This was just better.
That unspoken question would go unanswered because Loki tended to enjoy playing ignorant just because it was frustrating for others. Instead, she curled around in her chair so that she was facing Zemo more and reached her hand out as well, for a better view. It wasn't overly opulent as far as rings went, gold with that green gem in the middle. It looked very much like a thing Loki would wear regardless of meaning, which had been rather the point she supposed, since it was in a very similar style to Stephen's. A claim. This one, Stephen must have worked some magic on since it fit no matter what form Loki decided on for the day.
"Human adjacent," Loki said, and it was sort of a musing as much as an answer. "Sorcerer's live by their own rules, in most cases."