Loki is irritated by that look and that smile. It looks knowing, and he doesn't care for knowing when it's at his own expense. He's tempted to force his point, try to make the man talk further, but he's fully aware he might not like what he hears.

Starting trouble where there need be none is not a good strategy. If it's something worth hearing, he'll hear it eventually.

He sighs and gives a shake of his head, smiling back despite his ruffled feathers. "But not an ordinary man."

He wanders closer again, this time with less of a stalking attitude, and peers at the leatherwork. "Weatherproofing? Dare I ask, will it snow in this place?"