"Is it?" Loki turns his eyes skyward, looking about with an expression of mild disinterest and a faint smile.

"If I may ask, is it a good morning because you find it so, or is there some quantitative property about it by which a man might measure good? Or is it perhaps because your creator has declared it to be good, and therefore it must be, ill-omened or no? Your knees do tell me that you are a man of faith, and I find myself curious." His penetrating gaze turns back to Aramis, that faint smile never wavering.