He smiled broadly, eyes showing their obvious delight in the topic diversion from his daughter. Loki adored Hel, loved her as any father loved their child, but he didn't wish to spend all his time with this pretty goddess on the topic of Hel. Instead he preferred to speak of those she knew, to keep her talking and in his company. He didn't know why, but Loki decided that he didn't particularly want her to leave him so soon.
"I've met a number of Greeks, some of which I am proud to call friend." There was Dionysos, whom Loki was very fond of. Prometheus had proven to be decent on the advice front, the titan being blunt enough that Loki could respect him. Dolos... Dolos was a special case and not even Loki was sure where Dolos fell on the spectrum of friendship. The kid was more like an unwilling pupil than a friend, certainly Loki wouldn't trust the kid with secrets or matters needing decent advice.
There were many and more that Loki had met through his time in freedom, most of them pleasant company, the odd few that were not. Hedylogos fell into the latter category. There was far too much jealousy between them for it to move past being uncomfortable.
Then there was Erebos. Darkness that had come to Loki's aid during his time of need. A god he had first met in Paris, then later at that ridiculous bar and Loki rather hoped to meet him again. "I have met your father as well. He was rather helpful." Helpful? What did that mean exactly?
Loki's eyes were back on her hair, mesmerized by it. He wanted to touch it, to reach forward and break the distance between them. To entangle his fingers in the living strands and have them move about him as they willed.
His eyes moved to her lips, but for a moment, wondering how they tasted. Imagining their softness while her hair would tickle his skin.