"Where should you have me go?" Loki inquired, standing his ground despite knowing he was towing a very fine line. She'd completely misconstrued his words, twisting them into something he could make no sense of. His own ire was simmering, although not as forcefully as it may have done in the past. Now he was cognizant of his daughter just down the hall, sleeping soundly while her parents fought like enemies rather than lovers.