"Mm." Alex nodded absently, but there seemed to be something he wasn't saying there. He'd live that long once he was a full god, but for that to happen he had to die first. He'd seen his death, and he didn't like to think about it. "I suppose. I'm not sure yet. I'm still figuring that out I guess. I can't really...comprehend living that long yet. I think I want to stay here though. Earth...not the prison. I was born here. It seems more like home than Olympus."
Alexander's gaze followed the bag silently before looking back up to Loki. "...You look like you could use some," he commented gently, but shrugged, "Just don't starve yourself. I can bring you something you like more if you want."