Deceivers, con artists, liars... Loki had the feeling that if John were to find out who exactly he was sitting next to, the master of the dark arts would be thrilled. Better stick to the cover story then.
"I'm sure the people of your world are glad to have you. Women must be courting you wherever you go." That, at least, seemed to be the case for self-proclaimed mightiest heroes of earth. Why women would even consider the idea of spending the rest of their life with someone like Captain America was beyond him. He had the fashion sense of a nine-year old and was as much fun as a rock.
"As for the answer you have earned-" He had definitely said answer, singular not plural, which meant the god could pick once more. "-It took me some time to get used to it. It is my first time in space. But there are worse fates than being stranded here. And for all I can tell, there are no demons..." Loki attempted an innocent smile. "...though I am certain you would chase them off in case they ever dare to show up." Short pause before he let his face light up. "My turn. What was your hardest battle?"