"Kaliméra kai se séna," Loki replies with a grin, a blend of the Allspeak and genuine familiarity with the Greek language assisting him. Now that he sees who has come to speak with him, he relaxes. The children are as safe with Lucifer as they are with him, if not more so.

Agnarr, especially, seems happy to see the angel, though all four of them are better acquainted with Sin than with her father. Still, they know a friend and benefactor.

"Being entitled to something doesn't mean one necessarily receives it," he says. "Especially not without insisting on it." He pauses to watch as Una chooses this moment to practice cartwheels in the sand, smiling and applauding her efforts before looking back up at Lucifer.

"I was thinking of my own father, oddly enough," he tells him. "I was raised as a prince, and taught early on that my right was royalty. And then I displeased him and he told me that my birthright was to die, and I would be nothing had he not stolen me from my own kind."

"I don't believe either of those things any longer, but it makes me think. Especially now, in light of this." He nods at the ship. "This was made by Eindrid and Sigrid's mother, with the help of their father. It's theirs, indisputably, but is it a right, or a gift, or a responsibility?"