[The moment dinner gets served Loki quickly moves to grab a few sandwiches and some soup. After that he sits back and looks at Adele.]

My pity comes in small doses and is extremely rare. Treasure it when I bestow it onto you, maiden.

And well, chaos, I prefer mischief.

[He nods and takes a couple of bites form his sandwich.]

But oh, do enlighten me about your cutting sense of humor. I can stand a joke or two, you see?