[Those first words make him stop. Wide hazel eyes move to Loki and he forgets all about the plate and coffee in front oh him.

Poison, huh? Yeah.

Shaking his head, he lowers his gaze to his plate and smiles a little unimpressed at it.]

Literature is just literature. Maybe it does conquer all for someone else. Maybe. And where I do think I shouldn't be so worried about sayin' somethin'. I'm not gonna ride high on fairy tales and hopes that just never worked for me. If anything... I have faith in him. And really, that's all I really need right now.