If he is a man of any merit, he will disagree, or he is hardly worthy of a god of Asgard.

[ Fandral finishes off his beer and stands. He’ll not find any company to warm his bed here after they’ve all seen him be rejected so, and he’s not feeling up to try and win over someone with pity. ]

One day I’m certain I’ll learn not to fall for your sweetness.

[ Said with a congratulatory clap to Loki’s shoulder. They both know Fandral was wound around Loki’s finger. He’ll get over the humility of it come morning. ]