Fin took his hand and clambered up onto the bench. "No - thank you," he said and took a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe the sweat from his face.
Another deep breath and he felt able to think again and review what he knew about Loki.
One of the Aesir. Slung out of Valhalla for persistent cheek. Got his own back by arranging the accidental death of Balder. Punished by Odin. Somehow here in the conservatory, helping him up and looking dangerously appealing.