For Asgard!

Sif was not going to disagree, so she simply shrugged, smugness in her smile. "I have to say I saw hardly a difference in you. It was a very faithful transformation." She felt about the same towards him in either body, as well.

"Ah well." She didn't much care for the quality of the wine as long as it didn't taste like piss or vinegar. After sitting for only a moment Sif leaned back, propped on her elbows so as to not lie down completely. While she had been blinking up at the sun Loki's comment about her exposed skin made her look his way, eyebrow raised. Having shifted her position Sif couldn't keep her midriff from exposing dangerously, but she found she did not care. It was unlikely that she would be mortally wounded any time soon. "Enjoying the view, are you?" There was no admonishment in her voice; in fact, her smile was all but inviting. She gave him another once-over, this time lingering a bit more than the first time around. "I don't think I remember the last time I've seen so much of yours, either."

A chuckle left her as he compared them to barbarians. "I know you are joking and would never, but I've likely done that before. Yes, I know you disapprove. Now pour me up some wine, and if no cup is present hand me the bottle."