Bound to Obey and Serve.

However, were I available, I would never marry one so loathsome as thee, for pittance or treasure! THOU DAREST MOCK LOKI?! Woman, thou hast not seen the last of me! This I vow, thou must be mine… willingly or not!

Emilia Clarke @ BAFTA L.A. TV Tea 2012 Presented By BBC America (22.09)

“Hello, my lovely. Need help?”

And when we come back we’ll be dressed in black And you’ll scream our names aloud And we won’t eat and we won’t sleep We’ll drag bodies from their graves

His cheeks flushed once more, turning a light lavender, before he made to check the way down, “We shall move post haste, lest the group returns and discovers you before I may disguise you.” 

In all honesty, she did not fancy the idea of disguising herself as one of his kind.  She would rather be looked at as who she was, for she did not fear the Jotuns as some Asgardians might.  But she was a guest here, and would have to behave as such.  "If it helps, I can make my way down myself, and follow you down," she offered, tugging on the furs that still remained around her.

“Another Sigyn?  Hello, darling.”

At least now that his energy was returning, they could soon leave. A small blessing for Loki at this time.

Placing her back against the wall, she first took a short look outside, then looking back to him.  "  I think you would find me rather plain compared to the other Asgardian women.  They are much more... Exotic looking," she confessed with a smile returning back to her face.