"There's something off about the whole place..." He doesn't know what, but the theories he heard? Leave him one edge. He hates thinking about it too deeply.

He nurses his drink idly. Oh-- he can be an asshole, absolutely. But he also doesn't actively wish ill on people he likes, and he likes Loki quite a bit from the times they've met.

The remark has his expression straining though, and he huffs out a forced chuckle. "I'm used to misfortunes following me, and it's not like-- I can blame Red for what happened. It wasn't exactly him."

He can be rational enough to admit that much. But there's a wry twist to his lips. "But if he feels even half of it? Well-- he wouldn't be the first either."