Daimon raised an eyebrow and shot Loki a face, but said nothing. He would let that one pass for now. He couldn’t really hold the actions of the child to the actions of the adult. At least not something so petty as manners. "Well when I’m not dealing with annoying pests of children, I have a much better demeanor." Daimon smiled smoothly and moved himself to the chair across the table from his ‘guest’. He didn’t truly trust the drink when offered, but he also knew full well that in his own hell, he would be fine even if poisoned. Besides, Loki was a player who was above such petty tricks - he preferred the larger scale ones. Daimon picked up the goblet casually and took a sip, strong, but sweet and heady, possibly the best wine he’d had in a while. "You have decent taste."
The corners of Loki’s mouth turned up into a grin, and he shrugged, entirely too smug and nonchalant. Every minor jab he could get away with was another small victory, it was the way he had always been. "Children are overrated," he said, leaning back in his seat, making himself at home. "The only ones worth anything are the monstrous ones. The rest just piss and eat and cry until they grow out of it. Some never do. Someone I know just recently lost their child. If you ask me, I think he’s better off without it." He watched with a mild amusement as Daimon gave the drink a moment of scrutinization before drinking it - he would expect nothing less from any smart man. Anyone should know he cannot be trusted. It gave him a particular sort of satisfaction that people continued to negotiate with him anyway. "Ah, and my dear demon, you know all about decency. Between you and I, the wine in Jotunheim is stronger, if less refined. But you didn’t hear that from me. Asgard would throw a fit if they knew. And that would be dreadful, wouldn’t it?”
Daimon shrugged, neither agreeing nor disagreeing. Children were a pain in the ass, true as hell, but they could also be an incredible tool in the right hands... So impressionable. "Generally all they prove to be is a waste of time." He said, not pressing Loki for more details. "But I also know adults who are just the same." He smiled slowly, trading barbs yet again.
Child Loki had been a pest. An annoyance. Adult Loki was an equal - at least when it came to playing these games. He would watch all of Daimon's moves and take small amounts of joy from anything he considered complimentary to his facade. Daimon did the same.
"I know more about quality." Daimon smiled broadly, baring his teeth ever so slightly. "Demons are, after all, creatures of desire. Only the finest. You should have brought this other wine. You pique my interest." He leaned back in his chair a bit. "Oh I'm sure you'd be endlessly troubled about Asgard in upheaval..."
