Loki slowly walked back, then sat on one of the chairs, just at the very edge of it, notebook held flat on his knees. He gave the impression of complete wariness, as if he expected an attack for knowing something he shouldn't.

"I don't understand," he said, allowing more confusion to creep into his tone. "I haven't heard of... Enochian. Your writing didn't look at all different when I read it. Are you mocking me?" The question was one of bewilderment rather than anger. He shook his head. "I know nothing of the angels of the Christian god, outside of what you've told me and the bits from the missionaries that I ran across in my travels. You know that."

The confusion was quite genuine. Loki hadn't been aware of such a language, hadn't in truth noticed anything at all different in the writing on the board. Though the real question was why would that be?

Oh! The all tongue. He knew that it meant mortals could understand him, but he'd never realized the implication, that all languages effectively looked the same. Tricky indeed. He could hardly just out and admit that, since it would require saying he was Aesir and that was something in his best interest to keep under wraps.

Loki's eyes widened slightly. "Oh... Oh!" He said, frowning. "Ever have I been able to read any language I came across, and speak them, and understand them, without study or practice. I... have never really understood why, or beem able to turn up a good explanation in my research. It has always been that way, so I did not question it more ferociously. But could it be possible that I would understand your angelic language in the same way I do Latin? That seems far too strange."