Loki was out of his chair, on the same side of the table, and reaching for her arm before he quite realized he was doing it. The energy was insidious, but his screens and shields were mostly holding. The change in eye color was deeply concerning; his own eyes only changed when he pushed away Odin's enchantment and assumed Jotun form.

Which one was the real woman and which the guise? Or was it something else? Regardless, almost anyone else in the Inn wouldn't have his defenses. "That's not a good idea."