"Indeed I am," he admitted, making a small bow, a tip of his hat to the god of mischief. "And indeed you are fair, unless my eyes have taken to deceiving me, which I have the utmost faith that they have not."

With a smile, he returned to his upright position, this time pulling his cane up into the crook of his arm while he gave Loki the faintest of amused smiles, his hat jauntily tipped over his forehead. He found the prospect of doing something new and interesting uplifting, a nice change from being a child.