Loki. As soon as he hears it the scent finds its place in his memory. Or somewhere adjacent to it anyway. It's a little different than what he remembers of Loki, but so is this little guy. He squints and gestures vaguely to his forehead. "Aren't those things usually bigger?"

"As I am, I guess. How d'you know that anyway? I don't recall us crossin' paths 'til later in both our lives."