Really... [God of many faces. That's an angle Loki hasn't considered. Something to fall back on, now that "god of mischief" seems to be falling short.] That sounds fascinating. If she arrives here, I shall need to inquire.

[But that isn't important now. Loki smiles and squeezes Sansa's hand before lifting her mug of heaven-scented jasmine tea.]

Well, I, for one, am glad you're here.