She turned and regarded him coolly, choosing not to react when he merely met her stare with a quirk of his elegant eyebrow. She frowned, turning back to the stove as the kettle began to whistle. She grabbed for it before it could wake Eira and then poured the boiling water into two mugs. Quickly, she added the tea and then carried the cups to the table where Loki was now seated. Setting down his mug with a little more force than was necessary, she joined him at the table.