"I'd disagree, but when I went to see Thor, I have to say I don't think he even noticed," Loki said, dryly. "So that would be two against one." Well, Thor had been initially puzzled, but then hadn't even seemed to care that his brother was suddenly in possession of breasts. Loki hadn't been entirely sure how to take that, but other matters had distracted his attention, anyway.

Caught looking, he wouldn't deny it, especially when the look on her face suggested she didn't mind. "It's a good view. I told you, it's not a bad look for you." Of course, the fact she chose to oggle him in return was not something he relished, but at the same time Sif was well aware of what he looked like, so it wasn't like he had anything to hide from her. "I'm slowly becoming a warmer shade of pale," he said, with a self-deprecating smile. "My arms haven't seen the light of day in a long time." He was not as ghostly white as he had been upon first arriving at the Nexus, but he hadn't been sunbathing, either.

He set down his book on his discarded jacket, then reached over for the open bottle, still precariously balanced against his knee, the glass fogging over from the chill. He didn't need to keep place in the book; he knew exactly what page he had been on. "Your libations," he said, straight-faced.