"Not exactly, no... I would enjoy to speak to you of other things.. But, I must I apologize." Erandur paused for less than a moment, given the God in front of him a knowing smile.
"It was never my intention to offend you, my lord." There was no bow to bow his head or anything of the sort when he agreed Loki as his superior. Yet, there was a great amount of respect behind his voice.
"Please. Sit?" Waving his hand to the opposite couch of himself, the wine he showed Loki was not just there for the fun of things. There no poisons, but even as a undead man upon the first sip, he could be able to tell a difference.
"Your daughter was correct, we can not allow pride, anger, or pride be our driving factors here." With another groan, he leaned forward, reaching at his glass of glowing wine.