"Si hortum in bibliotheca habes, nihil deerit." Loki said, leaning on his staff and examining her with interest in almost the same way a person might quirk their eyebrows at a terrier who'd just managed an impressive trick. "I recognised it as Cicero, actually and I'm quite impressed to tell you the honest truth. It's been a long time since I've heard a Roman statesman being quoted in the middle of the night in a church. But the world is filled with circumstances and miracles that are difficult to tell apart, and so here we both are."
Children, no matter how complex and intelligent they were, were always so trusting -- trusting, perhaps, to a fault, and instinctive in all the ways that adults had forgotten, over the years, how to be. Cynicism far too often replaced insight and fear replaced curiosity as mortals travelled across the years, life ever ebbing away.
"I was curious about the architecture." He said -- it wasn't a lie, not really, just a mildly veiled truth. After all, what was architecture beyond integrity, really? "And I could not sleep."