"As I appreciate your not outright attacking me," he replied softly. "Though I do have to ask if that's the very weapon that brought down the mighty Thor."
Loki was more curious about that than he would have liked to admit. It wasn't every day that something brought his brother to his knees. Loki had fought him a number of times and no matter what he did, Thor never seemed to slow. The fact that this decidedly tiny mortal had done so was impressive, despite his being entirely unwilling to say that.
And judging from her expression...it was Agent Barton. Loki liked to think he could at least partially predict the other man's actions. After all, he'd seen every thought and secret Barton kept. It had been fun. For a time, but he also hadn't forgotten that exploding arrow.
Yet as far as this went, it was merely about rising to an unspoken challenge. He didn't expect her to break easily if she broke at all - he respected that, but it was amusing all the same. The only problem was, she asked him questions that he had little to no context for. "I don't know what those are," he admitted.
All the food on Midgard had tasted vaguely artificial. As though there were something in everything that was meant to enhance it and fool the mortals into believing there was something more to it. He couldn't define what it was, nor did he care to, but he doubted they even noticed. And he hated coffee, regardless of whatever she insisted. Anything that hot deserved to be used as a means to assault one's enemies and nothing more.
And he was trying to think of something, but everything that came to mind felt strangely pathetic for a town so small.
"Chaos is best left unpredictable," he pointed out. "Anything less would be unsatisfying for both sides."