Alex took the helmet, undisturbed by its weight, though it took a moment for the scowl to disappear from his face so he could properly admire. He held it carefully, turning it about in his hands, and admiring the find detail work, testing its weight in his hands.
"It's very well made," he said, seeming at first like he might not answer Loki's question, "...All of it," he said finally, lips curled. It wasn't exactly the answer he'd probably been looking for. "Nicholas has my loyalty 'til the day I die. Simple as that. So as long as you don't mess with him, we shouldn't have a problem."