I didn't. [ That's when her narrowed eyes widen, staring at him all over as though seeing him for the first time. ] ... Oh.

[ Never mind. He can lift all 525lbs of her Asgardian butt to safety and then complain some more, since he isn't who she assumed. Loki clasps his arm. ]

Er, first a jaunty escape, perhaps to a coffee shop, then more talk? The Feed-Me-Seymours can wait, I'm sure. Someone else will decide to be heroic soon enough.