For all his empathic ability, Viatorus has never quite managed to decipher anyone's true intentions through the haze of his own anxieties. He will, as he always endeavours to, take others by their word. It's harder to be wholly to blame for any incorrectness that way.

The ease with which he's encouraged to dabble in trickster's games is an incredibly lucky mix. He was raised a scholar, to take pride in curiosity and experimentation. More importantly, he was raised to respect the gods. All gods. His is a family of great priests and priestesses. Awe and reverence for the divine run deep in his family's teachings. Loki is indeed lucky.

It does, however, feel somewhat rude to be discussing the validity of Loki's personal affairs. Although maybe that's simply Viatorus' sensibilities speaking, as Loki seems to have absolutely no qualms about the subject.

"Those... are quite a few differences," he manages eventually. More thoughtfully he adds, "I would love to know where those versions of the stories came from. How they came about. How they were so wrong." Now that he thinks about it. "I wonder if our myths about our own gods are wrong..."

Pulling himself out of his thoughts he meets Loki's gaze again. "Do you know any Greek gods? Hermes? Apollo? Hades? M-Morpheus?"