Loki takes mental note as they walk of all the things Huaisang tells him; the artisanal specialties and the food, in particular. The other man has a pleasant way of making conversation, though Loki knows the difference between the prattling on of a fool and of someone who has made prattling on a skill. It takes the familiar to notice the familiar, after all.

His hands are behind his back as they walk, taking every care not to properly tower over the other man. He watches with open fascination and admiration as Huaisang alights himself on the tile roof; having seen it before does not make the spectacle of it all any less gorgeous, or the man currently practicing the skill any less interesting.

(He wants to know what makes Huaisang's heart race, actually, the way his own does to watch the other man flutter through the air, but he is filing that particular desire of interest and information away until... some later moment.)

When Huaisang is back on the ground Loki bows a little in deference to the skill, giving a small round of applause. "No matter how often I see that, it never gets any less impressive. North it is. Is this place very different from where you call home?"