"I am sorry for asking. Your affairs are your own and not to be picked at for any reason." No matter his curiosity. Loki's life here was his own as was the Lady Rogue's. It has been but an hour for him but as she had said, it has been well over a year for Loki. He would have to adjust how he thought of him, how he spoke to and of him accordingly.

"You are right in that he would not wish us to discuss it. Knowing him- or the Loki I knew most recently, he would likely not wish us to speak at all. He would be glad to see the back of me for all that I cannot help my concern it would be wisest to let it lie." And for all that he would wish to grow into a wise man, it was still not his strongest suit. "I asked because it warmed me to know he had taken someone into his confidence. He has not done that in truth for...it has been a long while."

There had been a time when they were both quiet young when he held that confidence. Then their mother. Then none save Loki himself. Since learning of his brother's true parentage he had looked back over his own conduct growing with him and found it lacking. He could not blame the change on anyone but himself, truly, trying so very hard to be all his father wanted in a son to the detriment of his brother. Unpleasant thoughts.

He shook himself free of them, looking back to the good Lady. "Would you tell me of your realm?"