She raises an eyebrow at his reaction and assumes that must mean he's met Thor. She can't imagine Loki warranting that response, even if her lip curls up to a smirk. Either way, she's not here to judge, and his price is more than reasonable, as far as she's concerned. The currency on this planet is not nearly as convenient as she's grown accustomed to.

The Valkyrie clears her throat and it rattles a bit and she grins. "Depends on what you mean by 'spit,'" she offers, even as she reaches up to pluck a strand of hair and holds it out to Magnus. "I even washed it recently."