*blows a kiss*
Loki contemplated how to truly explain who he was to this woman, there would have to be some degree of truth, lest she find out anything remotely non-heroic about him. If he at least bathed his words in truth, should the situation turn sour, he might still have a chance of bringing it back round to meet his ends. As it was, he noted from her posture, that some of his charm was a bit overbearing. Sally did not seem at all at home in her skin around those of the male persuasion, curious, but he did not pry.
"I might prefer to walk, if that is agreeable to you, the night air is quite refreshing." Not at all a lie, given that since his little run in with Williams mother, he'd been hidin- recuperating in their apartment (and that had been nearly three weeks ago). The Trickster found himself painfully aware of how archaic he sounded compared to her colloquial form of speech, unfortunately that had been something he would never quite outgrow, no matter how hard William tried.
"You must have questions." He stated, looking at her knowingly. She had seemed surprised, at his own lack of, upon seeing her shield. He gave her his most inviting and approachable look, he would allow he to ask away to her hearts content and assure herself that he was trust worthy before pressing any of his own agenda's. Manipulation was a skill, one that he had perfected, it involved a great deal of patience if one wanted the right outcome. Loki was very patient indeed, having waited over a hundred years for his brother to fall on his own sword, called arrogance.