He didn't want to argue with Sif, though she was giving him the sort of look that suggested she suspected he was jerking her around. Loki felt too at ease, too lazy, to purposefully poke at Sif. Tease her, yes, but not truly aggravate her. And so he tried to at least tiptoe around whatever was bothering her. If she wished to speak to him about delicate matters, he would allow her to do that, though he would try not to encourage her overmuch.

"I don't blame you for keeping your opinions to yourself," he said. "I am grateful you impart them to me. That is more than anyone else has offered." He tipped his head to the side, surprised that she wanted him to go home. He would expect that her life would be easier, better, without his presence. And if she were to vouch for him? If anything went wrong, such mistakes would fall on Sif's shoulders. Loki did not trust himself, or what he would do back home, to be comfortable with such an arrangement. "I would not wish you to have that responsibility, were I to ever go back," he said.

"I'm in a very good mood." She helped with that, of course. "That's why I want company in it."