How flattering, but no. By the reckoning of Midgard, I'm well over a thousand years old. And this fellow is working on his fifth century.

The trick with lies is they are best used sparingly, because the truth is often so much more amusing.

[Loki exits the stall. He does this by walking through the door without bothering to open it first. He does love to show off.

He offers Arya a courtly bow and a wicked grin.]

Loki of Asgard. I'd say at your service, but I am at no one's service but my own. But I am pleased to meet you, lady...?