Erandur tilted to the side, he could tell when someone was lying. Little ticks, changes in their voice, their body language, no one was a perfect liar. But, instead of pressing the issue, he went on to Loki's question.
"Well, I'd say I'm a pretty good with a six-shooter." Erandur shrugged his shoulders, he was unsure what the God wanted from him. He could tell him about his healing magics, but that would give away that he hadn't healed himself like he should have. Which he would, when the time came for it.