"Well met, Nie Huaisang of Qinghe. I am Loki Laufeyson, of Asgard." Another bow. This one, perhaps, a tad bit more respectful than the first; not that the first was intentionally rude or anything, but, still. There's something to be said for behaving as though one understands what it is to be introduced to a local power. "There is nothing to apologize for."

It would be easy to assume that Huaisang's momentary uncertain footing is somehow related to Loki's size, but a lot of things about Huaisang would be easy to assume and flat out wrong. That doesn't mean that Loki isn't flattered by his... stature being commented upon, but when Huaisang asks him if he's an assassin, Loki's eyebrows go up just a little.

"Not today," he promises, also whispering conspiratorially. "Besides I do not think I would make a very good assassin, here. Too... big. Don't you agree?" Anyone who saw him would be certain to remember him.