Loki took Wanda's immediate discomfort for what he was sure that it was -- further proof of her quickness to adapt to the Capitol, its customs, and its subtle (but crucial) dangers. She was a doing a damn sight better than Little Steven, that was for sure. As far as Loki could tell, she'd learned more about how to properly behave in the Capitol in three weeks than her fellow Victor had in seven years. Yet another mark in her favor. She even knew enough not to look at him directly, glancing off to the side as if she were distracted.
She really was extraordinary. (it really was a shame--)
"No apologies necessary. Curiosity about others will serve you well, here." Within limits, of course. Being too curious about the wrong things was likely to get you killed, maimed, or worse, but Loki didn't need to say that aloud. It was obvious to her, he was sure. He paused briefly, his eyes flitting back to Thor, checking on him, then briefly back in the direction of the food and beverage table. "I come from a family of Victors," he said, and he raised his chin slightly, a small proof of his pride. He allowed his eyes to fall back on his brother and added, "They're very proud of Thor."