"I suppose they are," Loki agreed, because she would never turn down the kind of proper attention she felt she deserved. Even if she didn't really know what to do with an engagement, particularly in a place like this. When she'd given Stephen his ring, it had felt like enough. Now there was a sort of pressure to ... do more? Well. She'd worry about that later. Probably not to Zemo. But who knew, once the liquor kicked in? Speaking of, Loki took a sip and inspected the straw in her drink like she hadn't put it there herself.
"Stephen Strange," Loki agreed and there was some part of her that felt smug over the fact that Stephen was important enough to be recognized.
But then she arched a brow before knocking back the rest of her drink, like she was issuing a challenge. "Do you know who I am?" She returned, because if Stephen had a problem with a (frankly) less devious and cleaner version of the good Baron, he probably had no place talking to Loki.