"Aren't you? Good." Loki's smile turns sharply flirtatious for a long moment before he reels it back in. She is lovely, and covered in sharp edges, which he's always found more alluring than he ought to. This wouldn't be the first or the hundredth time it had gotten him into trouble.

He leans back to give her a more assessing look as she admits to being a dancer, and nods. "Anyone so well-versed in combat would have little trouble mastering dance, or this strange off-shoot. I'm certain your dexterity leaves little to be desired."

But the easy flirtation stutters as her last comment lands and a flash of real emotion darts across his face. "Asgardians will have no choice but to spend time on ships now," he says more quietly, "until they can discover their new world. Asgard is destroyed."