[ooc : indeed you had. Perfectly legit reason to learn French, if you ask me.]

“No promises,” Loki replies sternly, though that's hardly a threatening introduction. His new guest's voice seems oddly familiar though he can't quite place it. Perhaps a distant relative? That does not account for how he managed to bust past Odin's wards and inside Loki's chambers, which are as good as a prison cell at the moment.

He steps closer cautiously, his curiosity getting the better of him. The chains around his wrists clink and hum with magic as he watches his curtains twist and move. “How did you manage to get in here?” he asks inquiringly, his tone demanding a prompt answer.