Huaisang giggles, instantly charmed by anyone who will tease and play with him. He nods, closing his fan again and touching it to his temple and then pointing it to Loki and then repeating the motion a second time. "Ohhhh good point good point. Maybe a better bodyguard."

Huaisang sketches the shape of him in the air. Broad shoulders. Tall. Even if Huaisang's air version is about a foot shorter than the actual version. "Though I don't think bodyguards are supposed to be as handsome as you. Too distracting."

Asgard. He's never heard of Asgard, and the name sounds like gibberish to him. Luoqi Laofeisong. It must be foreign, and Huaisang can't even begin to guess a region.

"So what are you doing here, then?" Huaisang asks, again in the conspiratorial whisper.