That would definitely be a difference as Loki couldn’t imagine Sylvie without at least a bit of anger, though really he’s also sure there are plenty of people who (rightfully) think the same of him. But much like Felicia, his anger is very much in the past.

She is not wrong about that. Likely there’s something in these drinks that will make them want to do something that strangers didn’t normally sign up to do together, but that is not why he stopped. She is beautiful, of course, but Loki has become quite adept at avoiding much of what this places wants of them.

“Well, though I can’t tell you exactly where we are in the multiverse, I can tell you we are in a rather elaborate hotel and casino that, while is rather questionable in how they brought us here and what they prefer we do, it is so far fairly safe and the food is decent. My name is Loki, and I have been here a few months. I am better known as the Asgardian God of Mischief, though I feel I do not really deserve that title anymore. So now you know me. And better fish than a tentacle monster? No, I’m sorry, I cannot make that any better. I do hope you punched it in the nose. Do fish have noses?”