Loki never turned down good material. He lifts his hand to take it, weighing it for no other reason than to look like it had something to do with the sorcery that he was going to cast upon it. He draws out the length between his palms to look at it.

"Dwarf-stuff—but I can fake it." At least he's honest. He wasn't a forger like the dwarves, but he could trick a puca to give Thor a fighting chance. "Very well. You've got your unbreakable rope, but it's like I said." He shakes a finger as he passes him on his way back to the desk. "Fourteen days, no more."