Loki chuckled at the comment. They were both ridiculous in equally ridiculous measures - for all of Thor's delusions of grandeur, Loki could admit to his own internally and his varying levels of petty pranks aimed at both his brother and his friends as penance for their perceived slights against him, some true, some that Loki had perhaps imagined in his youth.
"Mortals aren't the majority? I suppose the vast number of outlanders who speak on the- er, the network skew the perception of that a little," he tilted his head a little, eyes flicking to her at the mention of magic. He was searching for some kind of mockery in her expression and her words but he found none, to his surprise. Perhaps her upbringing had given her no reason to have an inherent distrust for sorcerers of Loki's kind or a reason to look down on them, but Loki still spoke with a level of caution when he finally did speak again.
"A mixture of both. Many are born with inherent talents, but they need to be honed and shaped into something useful if they are present. My mother was raised by witches and I, too, was raised by a powerful sorceress in her."