She was doing a nice job of blocking out the sunlight, so Loki didn't need to bother with shading his eyes as he looked up at her. Of course, then she was just a dim, dark outline, most of her features inscrutable. "That may be what it sounds like," he said, offering her a very large, white grin. "But certainly not what I mean. Rather that your traits I find most unpleasant are in fact enhanced when you are not your normal self, and they have nothing to do with the physical. Though perhaps now I need not worry about your muscles being much bigger than mine. Now they're only just a bit bigger."

He laughed. "I think mine are supposed to fit this way," he said. "Yours are clearly not, as you are not a diminutive acrobat. Still, it's not a bad look for you."

At her question, he motioned to the area around him with his hand. "If you wish it, Lady Sif. I can offer you wine, but no glasses. We are barbarians today."