Sif smirked back, rolling her eyes. "Yes, I daresay it is your most honed skill." Sometimes it looked like it, though lately it seemed as though it was failing - or perhaps it was more that Loki wasn't interested in persuading anyone to let him get away with his crimes. He had been defiant, biting, firm in his attempt to drive a wedge between himself and the others. No, Sif decided; it was not failing. Loki had simply ceased to use it on them. "Or one of them, in any case."
As between the both of them Loki was the clear authority on mortals, Sif thought it best to listen, and so she rolled onto her side, propping her head up with her hand to listen. "We can grow quite complacent, that is true. And overly patient, and boring. But if I hadn't had the time I did I would not be half the warrior I am - so there are advantages in having almost all the time in the universe. And their decay, it is so fast, it sends shivers down my spine. Let us face it, however; you haven't that problem. I've never seen you grow complacent or satisfied with the option of not broadening your horizons. Perhaps there you are more like them than like us." She shrugged one shoulder, smiling softly.
"You do not truly sound like him, forgive me for the joke. He is a bigger idealist, I believe. Though I find that he falls not for every pretty face. If he did things would be...different." Sif shifted uncomfortably, bending her legs at the knees. She wondered at Loki's heart, what it felt and what it longed for. A long time had passed since she last had wondered, and this time it was different - had to be, circumstances were different as were reasons behind such wondering - but she did all the same. Observing him now, his eyes closed, with a hint of something dark beneath the peace, Sif remembered all that time ago when his was the first face she looked for in a hall - in any public place even. There had been a time where his smile had made her heart flutter so stupidly she would get angry. Sif remembered vaguely being unfairly harsh in her words to him often during that time. Oh, how long it had been, how things had changed. He was definitely not cut out for complacency. And in that, he moved along not just his own life but others'. "He is a passionate man, but I don't doubt that you are too; with some differences in the way you show it, of course. Falling for only a few across such a large lifetime isn't a bad thing, it doesn't mean anything about your heart other than that you guard it well. I myself can count by the fingers of one hand the ones I truly felt something other than lust for. And still have fingers left."
A part of Sif wanted to insist, to tell Loki he was being a fool for being so guarded, but the other admired his loyalty. She meant no arm to Ruby and was never going to mention it, but Sif had to respect Loki's wishes of not airing out other people's business - even if indirectly. Her curiosity would have to be set aside. With an approving smile Sif nodded solemnly. "You have convinced me, I shall not mention it again. I'm sure I needn't say it, but I do hope you intend on helping her. Knowing oneself is quite freeing, I daresay even necessary for one's survival." Sif rolled her eyes both at Loki's completely unfounded interjection of pain and so she could dissimulate how she had been watching him the whole time his eyes had been closed. "Oh come now I am sure I have made bigger and more successful attempts at causing you pain which you have not responded to."
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As between the both of them Loki was the clear authority on mortals, Sif thought it best to listen, and so she rolled onto her side, propping her head up with her hand to listen. "We can grow quite complacent, that is true. And overly patient, and boring. But if I hadn't had the time I did I would not be half the warrior I am - so there are advantages in having almost all the time in the universe. And their decay, it is so fast, it sends shivers down my spine. Let us face it, however; you haven't that problem. I've never seen you grow complacent or satisfied with the option of not broadening your horizons. Perhaps there you are more like them than like us." She shrugged one shoulder, smiling softly.
"You do not truly sound like him, forgive me for the joke. He is a bigger idealist, I believe. Though I find that he falls not for every pretty face. If he did things would be...different." Sif shifted uncomfortably, bending her legs at the knees. She wondered at Loki's heart, what it felt and what it longed for. A long time had passed since she last had wondered, and this time it was different - had to be, circumstances were different as were reasons behind such wondering - but she did all the same. Observing him now, his eyes closed, with a hint of something dark beneath the peace, Sif remembered all that time ago when his was the first face she looked for in a hall - in any public place even. There had been a time where his smile had made her heart flutter so stupidly she would get angry. Sif remembered vaguely being unfairly harsh in her words to him often during that time. Oh, how long it had been, how things had changed. He was definitely not cut out for complacency. And in that, he moved along not just his own life but others'. "He is a passionate man, but I don't doubt that you are too; with some differences in the way you show it, of course. Falling for only a few across such a large lifetime isn't a bad thing, it doesn't mean anything about your heart other than that you guard it well. I myself can count by the fingers of one hand the ones I truly felt something other than lust for. And still have fingers left."
A part of Sif wanted to insist, to tell Loki he was being a fool for being so guarded, but the other admired his loyalty. She meant no arm to Ruby and was never going to mention it, but Sif had to respect Loki's wishes of not airing out other people's business - even if indirectly. Her curiosity would have to be set aside. With an approving smile Sif nodded solemnly. "You have convinced me, I shall not mention it again. I'm sure I needn't say it, but I do hope you intend on helping her. Knowing oneself is quite freeing, I daresay even necessary for one's survival." Sif rolled her eyes both at Loki's completely unfounded interjection of pain and so she could dissimulate how she had been watching him the whole time his eyes had been closed. "Oh come now I am sure I have made bigger and more successful attempts at causing you pain which you have not responded to."