Adia had been testing the waters with her words, wanting to know how Steve felt about her interacting with Loki. She got her answer loud and clear, but oh, how she wishes that she hadn't brought it up. The last thing she had wanted was to ruin her friend's mood, especially on a night such as this.

Her gaze drops briefly. Apologetic, and maybe the slightest bit defensive. How does she explain to Steve that it is her fate -- or luck, or whatever -- to be drawn to into the affairs of gods? Would he rather that she run away like a frightened child every time she crosses paths with the supernatural? Where would that have left her in the Nightmare? Or at the Spring Revelry?

"I know the stories," she says softly. "It's not an owed favor, Loki didn't leave things open-ended. He asked that I warn him if my moon rune senses anything dangerous in the Nexus. That's all." She presses a pleat of her dress between her fingers and rubs at the fabric nervously. "Thor told me what he's done... I'm sorry, Steve. That gives you every right not to trust him. I'm being as careful as I can."

"You know what, while we're here, why don't you give us your side of the story, Steve." Caspar's suddenly looking a lot less relaxed; if the mere mention of Loki is getting the Captain all hot and bothered, then he wants to hear it.