He couldn't help it, he chuckled a bit at her self-depreciating bit of humor. But, this had been her plan? Sure, he was talking to her now but it was in less than idea circumstances. Obviously, it hadn't gone according to her plan either. Inexperience had doomed her to failure, Sigyn was smart, she should have seen that. Inexperience. Loki remembered suddenly that this was very unusual behavior for her, at least as far as he knew. If this was... and she...
No matter the temptation, and with her there and the three large cups of mead warming in his stomach there was definitely temptation, he had to remember that assumed inexperience even as he heard her shifting around in the covers over the sound of the fire crackling. It took an awful lot of work to not try to visually imagine how she was positioned now, what was covered and what might not be.
Loki was staying where he was, on the stool, near the fire. It was safer for her.
He didn't want to talk about whatever she thought she was there to get him to do... with her. But Loki didn't really want to talk about Hel either. He loved his children, but it made him feel vulnerable and look at how badly that turned out. However, it was either indulge her query, question her further on this seduction attempt that was failing -which would require him to talk about her current naked state without trying to see or visualize her current naked state, or give in to that baser nature -as she called it -and end up hating himself later for it.
“Headstrong,” he said quietly, with a sigh, having chosen what he determined was the lesser of the three evils to chose from. “Independent... and very stubborn,” of which there was no question, Loki knew, who she took after. “Strong... but far more fragile than she'd ever admit.” But that wasn't what she asked, was it? Sigyn had only hear rumors. “All you've probably heard has to do with what she looks like, and why wouldn't it? Since everyone is so focused on appearance here.” A sadder and somewhat bitter tone entered his voice when he continued, “if it isn't beautiful and perfect to them, what use is it?”
His hands rubbed at his face. “If they'd have actually bothered to try...” … they would have seen that she already was, and still was in the eyes of her father. Then they wouldn't have had to send her so far away from him.