"You're avoiding me." There weren't many people who would dare to intrude upon Prince Loki's solitude, but Max was one of them. He entered bearing a tray of wine and food. Simple, hearty fare that was comforting rather than exciting; Stew and fruit, a loaf of good bread from the kitchens.

Max ducked his head, a wan smile on his lips. "You've avoiding everyone, to be fair, but I take it personally."