Petre, the god hater. [Your biggest fan, Loki.] Only because I mentioned my avoidance of anything fictitious and art apparently classifies as being — oh.

[Distracted from her words, her eyes widen when they make their way outside and she catches what he's had there waiting. It leaves her staring for a few lingering seconds, unsure if that's even for them until the door of it opens. Glancing at Loki, she scoffs into a surprised laugh as she shakes her head.]

Alright. I get it. You're living up the whole royalty thing, but isn't this a bit much? Even for you? [Not that she doesn't take his hand, might as well giving in since it's already there.]