"There are those more fearsome than Tyr—I believe our sister Aldrif gave you a run for your coin in regards to kicks to the face, didn't she? Perhaps ... well, you have two to choose from, she calls herself Angela now, doesn't she?"

Loki's busying himself by looking at the length of the rope, testing its strength and going through spells in his head that may be appropriate.

He knows he may be touching on a subject that may still be a tad sore.