"I'm sorry, then, that you have such an overzealous and indiscriminate immune system," he tells him. "What about honey? Can you enjoy that, at least?"

Even a god has preferences, and honey is one of Loki's. Some day, someone will compare him to Winnie-the-Pooh, and he'll get very annoyed. In the meantime, though, he'll enjoy his sweets and his mead.

"Good. If you're betrothed, you should be catering to your beloved, particularly since they clearly have better taste than you." Not that Loki has any solid reason to care what Jim's home life is like, but now his curiosity has been stirred. "Who is this fiance? I don't believe you mentioned her--or him?--before."