Loki snorts on reflex--that he misses. Gwenaëlle has always been a smart and cutting woman and never shy with extremely crude assessments. If there was any question about why Loki favored her (painting aside), this conversation would likely prove an answer.

"Don't limit them, ma petite," Loki replies, using the familiarity on reflex. It is fortunate that they are relatively alone. "They can be both simultaneously, I'm sure."

Well, perhaps not that one rifter elf fellow, he seemed rather clever. Loki doesn't voice this opinion but that is merely because he is not given to complimenting others. Ever.

"And of course I have burnt it. I have not lived this long by being sloppy with clandestine correspondence, brother."

He looks from his brother back to Gwenaëlle.

"So what are we to do now, apart from waiting?"