Loki nodded his head to the side just ever so slightly, the corners of his mouth tugging into a thin-lipped smile. Desmond himself did not receive a reply instead the god of trickery let his phone appear in his hands. A moment later his daughter had picked up his call.
"Katherine, there is a man here in a state of delirium. He claims that you are his constant." His tone conveyed just how mad he believed the claim to be.
"Const... Desmond! That is Desmond-" His daughter's delight was undeniable and it pierced through his resistance like a spear. "You need to let me talk to him." There was an urgency in her voice.
"Of course," he responded solemnly before he held his phone out for the stranger to take.