So a nerve had been struck, Loki surmised from the nearly audible half-mutter. Nothing really surprising about this.
"So you're hungry," he concluded, not having seen this one at breakfast. "That's why you spoke of gutbusting, which still sounds like some sort of warfare. Do you know it's house elves that work in the kitchen here?" Yet there were Asgardians who ate as if they wanted to bust their own guts, he thought derisively.
Loki nodded and offered information. "The one writing about mutants is Erik Lensherr. Might you know him?"