She was a woman of leisure clearly judging by her tone. She wanted a good story, oh, Loki could tell them like the best. Yet, would he indulge her that far? The mortal writer obviously wanted something to hold onto and possibly to pry into his life. This was something he was still unsure about.

"The best? But there are so many good ones. It's so hard to pick when you're the god of lies and trickster of Asgard."

Was he teasing? Only just a little.