Oh, they're quite alone. Loki of Asgard isn't about to raise another army to deal with one small girl. This is between the two of them, after all.

He doesn't look to be in much of a hurry, however. Loki leans back in his chair, looking far too smug for his own good, and turns over and over in his hands a small orb that pulsates with a sickly green glow. And why shouldn't he be smug? For once he's snuck up on the bitch.

"It would behoove you to be more charitable. I'd imagine it's not every day your presence is graced by a god."