Loki's allies were even fewer than his friends, and at the moment, he had none, not here at the least. His brother was the closest thing in his world he could count as one, and he was far from his reach. The likelihood of there being anyone here who wished him anything other than animosity was slim and something he would not count upon in times of strife. No, he'd go it alone, as he'd always done.

"While I do exist to abolish stereotypes, I'd rather fall in chivalrous duty rather than for fault of skipping dinner." He smiled that charming smile of his and motioned toward the door. "After you."