There was a comeback on his lips but then Loki's toast got snatched and gave up. Hands dropping from a lifted position and lowering back on the table. A sigh followed. He had given up controlling his family. Frankly, he did not want to. He had lived under a controlling father. It had shaped him more than he was ready to admit.
There was a stretch on his face. The hint of a smile. An quick defence honed by centuries of practise. It softened almost immediately. "Just remembering something I haven't remembered yesterday," he said with a subtle smile on his lips. The young man often knew more than he should.