Loki straightened his back. His right fist was curled up, his thumb kneading his fingers. "A strong alliance indeed," he echoed. Thoughts raced threw his head... should he make inquiries about the future? There was a need to know - curiosity to satisfy. But he abstained. His child - his other child had warned him of the dangers. "I am glad. Tell me, daughter, how old are you now?" He abstained mostly. Now, a bit of a slip should be forgiven.