[ it's feasts that he's used to. Loki looks up over a cup of foreign mead and a no-plate full of nothing. he looks up because someone's talking to him, and he can't really say no to banter. ]

Join you? We haven't exchanged pleasantries yet, how forward.

[ but he looks pleased nonetheless. ]

But if I have a guide. [ he tips his drink up. ] Who am I to say "no"? So, Mister Guide, care to indulge me with an introduction?