"I'm glad to hear you're so happily carefree these days," was what Sif said to him, but the tone would have much better suited, shouldn't you be writhing under a poisonous snake somewhere?
"What I do while my husband is away always was one of your favourite jabs at him," Sif said with a roll of her eyes, tightening her hand around the glass a little. She wished she could be sure of the things that had passed between her and Loki, or her and other men, or her and... anything really. Her whole life was such a mess of misinformation. "I've got no stories for you."