She listened silently as the brute spoke and her distaste for him grew with every word. First she balked at the idea of doing anything without intending to honor one's family name. In Olympus, everything was done to honor the name of the home of the Gods they worshiped. Their name was their inheritance, the source of their honor and strength, and it was not something to be taken for granted.
The idea that this male thought himself a god actually drew a quiet chuckle from her. 'Loki' was not the name of any god she had ever heard of. It must have been that of a false god, giving this male the impression that he had such a power that did not exist. It was pathetic, really. So much so that she could not even spare a reaction to his change in tone.
"I must be going to find my family now. Perhaps I will see you again." She would rise and turn to leave, pausing only briefly to speak again. "I wish you luck in your endeavor, trickster." Let the fool have his dream. Sooner or later, he would see the truth.
