"They won't," Loki promised. "Should you choose to remain in the Capitol. But I trust that eventually, you won't need them for the day-to-day." A small smirk flickered on his lips. "You're adaptable, after all. You'll learn." It was true that flattery practically ran through Loki's veins by now, but he wasn't really spinning the truth when it came to Wanda. He really did believe that if this was the path she chose, she would make it work. Just like he did. He wouldn't admit it out loud, but he saw something of himself in Wanda, in her cleverness and quickness to pick up skills. She would be fine here, he was sure.
At her observation, he nodded once. "I think you'll find that most people who adopt that Capitol as their home generally do. The other Districts specialize in making things, but the Capitol specializes in information. It's currency here."
Briefly, Loki's eyes shifted back to the table, where a bottle of his favorite vintage had just been opened. His fingers twitched lightly as he debated whether to take a glass, but then they traveled back to Thor and he thought better of it. It was rare for Loki to drink much of anything at a party where Thor was present; he was used to being on his guard, in case his brother drank enough for both of them. He pivoted away from the table, turning his back to it more fully to better avoid temptation.