"Define 'putting them down'." At the very least, that sounded unpleasant, and at its worst, highly inconvenient. It was interesting to note, though, that this Hank was employed by the local law enforcement. He seemed like a decent sort, willing to form his own opinions. That could be useful.

"Even the God of Mischief knows when he doesn't know a place and could use friends, Hank. I'd like to think I can count you among that number." He takes a sip from his beer. It was...passable at least. "And you can assume the same." Loki was prudent if nothing else, and in a place so many unknowns, offering allegiance was preferable to going it alone.

He followed Hank's gaze, smirking slightly at the man's observation. "Do you think we should be worried?"