For Asgard!

It was hard to imagine Thor not paying much attention to his brother's sudden change of sex, but Sif chuckled heartily all the same at the idea. "Perhaps his attention was focused elsewhere." There was only a hint, a very faint hint, of bitterness in her voice, and Sif had to stop from telling Loki she had finally reunited with Jane Foster earlier this day. That would only fuel remarks she wasn't sure she wanted to hear. "Or you really are essentially the same as a woman as you are a man." It wasn't true; she had been more breathtaking than he was right now, though perhaps that was because Sif was accustomed to him, and not at all to her.

"I suppose I should thank you, but I confess I am not used to compliments from you so bear with me." It was pleasant to be complimented and not merely cat-called or treated like a piece of meat - and Sif was thankful that those things never came from Loki. Credit where it was due, and such. She chuckled lightly at what he said next, looking over at his arms again. "You do quite reflect the light." Sif joked good-naturedly, looking down at her own navel. "But then, so do I, in certain parts." Her arms were a pleasant peach-like color, but not her stomach or even her calves.

"What is that you're reading?" Sif narrowed her eyes in curiosity. She watched him pour the wine, a slight chuckle going with what Loki chose to say as he poured. She pulled the bottle from his hand after shifting to lay on her side. "I do like the sound of those words on your lips, Loki." She confessed with a smirk, taking a swig of the wine. Well, it wasn't complete garbage, had a sweetness to it. "Let me not get used to such reverence."

Not that she thought him serious, in any case.