It might have been her stellar mood, or the fact that Loki's smiles came her way very rarely, but Sif found herself smiling back first - even if what he said caused her to close her eyes for a brief moment and draw an annoyed breath. "Ah, yes. Whatever courses through a man's body exacerbating unpleasant qualities is nothing if not expected, I feel." She did not bother apologizing, feeling she had nothing to really apologize for. "You needn't muscle, Loki. It's not your style." She said in mock-reassurance - because he also did not need any real reassurance.

"Well, it is what I have access to besides my armor." Sif crossed her arms in front of her chest, tugging surreptitiously at the hem of her top. "You look so...I don't mean to say common, you might take it the wrong way. I suppose I'm simply not used to seeing you in Midgardian garb." She shrugged.

With a pleased smile Sif moved to the area Loki had pointed out and knelt down, then sat. "I've braved the sunlight without glasses before, and I never deny good wine. If that makes me a barbarian then I gladly accept the title." She replied, smiling.