She pouts, "Feels a little pointed when you say that while looking at me."

Yes, she's Loki, and yes, she's covered in black feathers and looks like some harbinger of death, but still. Rude. Even so, she interlocks her fingers with his. It's easier for her to synch when someone else needs it, makes her feel more in control.

"How's your search going, by the by? I might just tag along if you actually do find a way out. But it'd be embarrassing too, Spider-Man bests the Goddess of Stories? Maybe that's to be expected with how many you have, hm..."