"Oh, but he knows me too well, he's no fun any more." Loki laughs softly. That last bit isn't true. Thor knowing him better actually makes him more fun, but Loki being the little brother he is, he's hesitant to admit that out loud.

At this point, Loki is satisfied that this particular Olympian means Prometheus no harm, and he smiles at her excitement. "Tradition and skill. I have quite a bit of his work in my home."

He shakes his head then. "Of the Lokis in the Nexus, I am the only one currently with children at home. One is childless thus far, I believe, and the other is actually older than I am, though he doesn't look it, and his history with family is complicated."

"I hope it's not a disappointment to you to hear that I have neither serpents, nor wolves, nor eight-legged horses amongst my offspring. The stories aren't all literally true, in my case. But I have four children, adopted from Asgard after a disaster befell their parents."

'Ink' seems to amuse him, and he looks down at his own black ensemble. "...I suppose I'm sporting a Gothic look today; that's fair. I'll see if I can't wear green next time I see you."