Loki glanced at the nurse. "Somehow I doubt that," he said, tone very dry. He was forced to wonder if this Rapunzel really was the man's girlfriend, or if there was some sort of creepy, psychopathic situation occurring. Well, if the fellow across the table became completely unhinged, Loki did have a few pens stowed in his pockets; that would be enough for defense. A pointy object in the eye tended to slow even the most psychotic down. "So yes. Your girlfriend. Which compels you to stare at her... why? Or are you still in that disgusting honeymoon phase?"

"Lingormr," he said. After a moment of thought, he added, "I'm a viking." Since it seemed a good idea to throw that bit out into the conversation early to forestall some of the more awkward questions.