Loki smiled. "Your secret is safe with me." He whispered. He was the God of Mischief and Lies. Spreading truths about wasn't something he was known for in most cases. He could keep a secret.

"No shame in being sheltered. Up until four years ago, I wasn't even keen on human customs. I think I can sympathise with your nature of sheltered status." Exiled to Earth by Odin with his brother was so how he wanted to spend his better teen years. Actually, it hadn't been so bad.

"Well, those of us with magical inclination do what we can to help eachother out. So even when you're not in class, I'd be more than delighted to work with you. I'm sure my friend would as well."