Loki actually seems mildly surprised by the vehemence of that good, as if he wasn't quite sure whether Megatron actually wanted friendship, or something more like an alliance with occasional chats over tea and diesel. In all honesty, it's not especially common for strangers to go out on a limb to obtain his company, either. The surprise dissolves into a sheepish smile, and a cough to clear his throat, but he only nods his assent to clarifying what he's said.

"There are several business associations," he says. "And some of them trade across worlds in order to manage currency exchanges here. It's weird, but I believe the economy is something the residents here have managed to build naturally, over time."

"As far as the spirits, yes, you have the gist of it. Does your planet have weather that changes with its orbit? Asgard, where I grew up, did, though it was an atypical planetoid. The spirits interact rarely; they're not hard to avoid speaking with, really. I've spent a fair amount of time with both Autumn and Winter, and spoken with Spring once."

He hums thoughtfully. "They're not the first to use this place as a safe-house or planning ground. I would advise care and considerable warding. No fortress is impregnable, the Nexus included. I'll mention it to them personally. I think I like Ravage anyway, and an alliance would be to my advantage, as well."

"I...have children, you see. Adopted. Four of them."