Loki listened with curiosity. Trust no one, indeed. He was making progress here, and he was pretty sure Robin was just the sort of person he wanted to spend time with here. Not necessarily useful to exploit, but as an ally to help him out if he needed it? Gold.

He really hated himself for thinking about it that way.

Come on, Loki, just like the kid for being a kindred spirit, he told himself, and reached across the table to steal the wafer from Damian's fingers.

"So you were raised by the local equivalent of the Ten Rings. That explains a lot." He munched the wafer stick. "I understand how that feels, though. I have it on good authority that the only reason I wasn't summarily executed by my father upon my return from the dead was because he knew Thor would just bring me back."