"Yes. Mortal contraptions made of metal used to spy on those intended for someone else's benefit. A sort of twisted pleasure Midgardians get due to their paranoid nature."

A wisp of a smirk tugged at his lips as his eyes flickered from the man to his pet. As for what "The Ministry of Truth" was Loki just frowned. He had no knowledge of what the man spoke of. What business did he have in such things anyway? He straightened his back slightly and brushed off some dirt on one of his golden armour straps idly.

"I do not know what you speak of. What is this Ministry?"