While Erandur knew much of the voluminous lore of Loki, he was unsure of which he was dealing with at the moment. The years are never kind to all lore. That, and he knew there is an omni-verse.
He wanted to question several things, but would not. It wasn't his place, not now.
While the Doh Va Kiin could not sense the God in front him, he could see him clear as day. The pain, the lack of emotion, the regret, Erandur knew all of this all too well. But... He was not here to compare.
"Aren't we all, though?" He answered his comment of not wearing a mask.
Raising his arm, a half full bottle of glowing, shimmering wine appear in his hand just as two glasses appeared on opposite sides of the table.
Leaning forward with a groan, Erandur poured Loki's glass a quarter full, no matter the lighting of the room, the wine shined greater. He then proceeded to pour himself a glass.