Desmond could see that his words were causing some sort of reaction in Loki. It was quite intense, in fact. He didn't know what importance any of this was to the god, but it was sparking a curiosity at least.
"Ah, that's not necessary," he evaded, realising that he could only side step and not move backwards due to the wall he was leaning against. The mind was a delicate thing, and he doubted Lokis intentions were entirely selfless. Perhaps he was cynical. "Thank you, but really a brief conversation with your daughter will see me right. A short phone call even," he explained, as if this were all an entirely normal and non-threatening situation to find himself in.