Viatorus can almost hear his sister's furious reprimand already. Offering a favour to a trickster god with no terms. This is the real reason she's his protector. She would have seen the issue with this a mile away, and treated a god with the same suspicion she treats everyone else. That's simply not in Viatorus' nature, however. It's easier for him to trust that whatever Loki asks for in return will be weighed by a kind of fairness.

"As long as whatever you ask for in return is of roughly equal value..." Then what is there to be concerned by? What's the worst that could happen?

It comes as a bit of a surprise when he has to stop himself from laughing. He covers his smile with a hand until he can smother it, and shakes his head. "I've never heard you called as such before."

Reaching into an inside pocket, he pulls out a business card of deep, shimmering purple with gold letters imprinted into it detailing his full name, number, and an address here in the Nexus. He offers it over and hopes Loki takes it before his hand starts to tremble. "All my details are there. F-For when you want to contact me. To call in the favour, o-or tell me when you're free to meet... meet my wife."