"You, yes. She doesn't necessarily have to forgive me. As we've previously discussed I'm but a sperm donor and she isn't looking to procure any sperms. Even if she were there are hundreds of them in the metaphorical sea." But there was more fluffy warm belief statements and support that Loki didn't know what to do with. Wasn't it all he was working for? Yes, but in the grand scheme of things, unused to it all other than to LOLNOPE. He would take the thought and put it in his mental trophy room of 'do not let this get to your head' space. It worked as proper motivation and inspiration for his do goodings and to not let them down.
No, there was no little flush on his cheeks from her poking and air kissing and adorable banter directed in the way of friendly prodding. It was from the warmth of the tea.
"From here? Well damn, they may be correct." He gave that little face of hers a cheek pinching, smirking down at her with general curiosity. If she'd found out how to kill him it meant Marrowood was more than on the up and up. Or, it could be an old pagan book and it also would have said that Loki enjoyed romping with horses. Either answer would be of interest. "What did they say? Behead me and set the body on fire? Silver bullets? Sacrifice a lamb to Balder?"