Loki isn't sure whether that statement is a compliment, an insult, or just general exasperation, so he chooses to take it as the third option and just smiles innocently.

"I cannot lick my own elbow, either," he says. "At least not in this shape."

He may well wish to ask Hazel for her take on this Loki. He's probably not her favorite person, but she has of late been in a position to see him as humbled as he ever has been. Loki himself does not, and will not, forget that.

"Are you suggesting I try that? It seems somewhat like cheating, but I suppose that makes it well within my..." He trails off, struck by inspiration so forcibly it almost takes his breath away.

Why not? Who better to be his allies than his own people? What one god standing alone cannot hope to do, hundreds in alliance may be able to.

"You're a genius," he says, blinking at Reynard.