[ Gods, among whose number Rafa had counted Loki until this moment. So he's not a god of Asgard, he's a Frost Giant. Questions mount in Rafa's mind. He doesn't think Loki is in any state to be answering them yet. He wishes Shane were here.

Then he puts that thought away and shakes his head. ]

Well then, I shall not drink from you. [ He says, easily, and lifts his shoulders. ] I am a vampire, Loki. The blood of a god would burn through me as easily. I fought the fae for centuries, and their blood would have done the same at the time. Look at me.

[ He puts his hand on Loki's, though he would rather touch his face. One step at a time, though. ]

You are my friend. I do not fear you. Now please let me help you.

[ His eyes flicker towards the door, which he knows won't keep that gas back. They really need to get away from here. ]