"Yeah, please don't... make her have your death a priority and mine the next one after that, kay? I think we could be square in this being a bad idea." he did, however, tap Loki's mead bottle, reminding the man to have another drink. He didn't like just drinking alone, he wanted someone else to participate. Preferably in the same room and at the same time.

"She-- well, crowds, yeah. I get that. But honestly, she probably would eyeroll at me and walk away if I asked about her. She makes damn fine pie." Fiesty or not, he had never felt entirely comfortable around her after the fiasco he'd put her through. Call it guilt? But more than that, maybe disappointment.

He needed to drink more to forget that. "What's your favorite part of her?"