"I believe you," he answered simply. "But the Reaver knows you not. It has but a single purpose and does it quite well."

He scooted back from the table and rose to his feet. Standing upright he had a more regal bearing, with no hint of the slouch he enjoyed when seated.

"I am attempting to know you better but you do not make it easy."

Something about this hurt him. Was Loki doomed to forever be untrusted, forever vilified? Even by those who had never met him? The wounded feeling lapsed into bitterness and he pushed it down. No, grieving for himself and his own misfortune would not do.