Oh, no. I think I like him. The thought flickers through Loki's head. That fierce stare is impressive. "I agree with you there, friend," he says mildly, and spares a moment to hope this conversation doesn't turn hostile when he introduces himself.

"I've been known as silver-tongued, myself. Silver is a better weapon than it gets credit for."

He shifts easily and clasps his arm, meeting his gaze firmly out of respect rather than challenge. "I am Loki, of Asgard and Jotunheim. And now, of the Nexus, I suppose, as this is where I make my home."