Though Darcy's words were casual and her tone of voice believable, the unconscious tense to her shoulders and the nervous fiddling both spoke otherwise. Loki noticed, he had trained himself to look for these minute details in all the people around him since he had been a youth. It was often the subconscious body language that gave away what people truly felt, after all, and that way was the path to control.

It had not escaped his notice that she had only tensed when he stepped closer and offered to come with her. Was she afraid of him? No, he would have noticed before this night if she had feared him.

So why?

His brow furrowed and he took another step towards her to reach out and place a hand on her shoulder, aiming to effectively halt her progress away from him. It may be nothing, but he could not take that chance. There were few reasons she may have to suddenly fear him, but none led to any good situation. If she knew who he was, or if she suspected, then he would have to deal with it.

"Why are you attempting to flee my presence?"

He did not dance around the subject. There were times for subtlety, but there were also times to be direct. A blunt appraisal of a situation could shock the other person into revealing more than they meant to through surprise or panic.