"I see," he says, and his smile widens briefly. This is not a negotiation, he remembers. This is a message to be delivered. Evidently they have no interest in the Nexus proper, then, but some portion of what inhabitants know as the Wilds is to be theirs.

That isn't an entirely inequitable solution, really, if it were trustworthy. He's not sure it is, not sure it will last, and strongly suspects it will be rejected by at least half of the mortal Nexusites, but...well, that's a problem for Future Loki, or maybe no Loki at all, to concern himself with.

"Then if others of your kind, who are not of your House, arrive here, you're not concerned about what happens to them. That's good to know."

He brings his left hand up to his chin, looking pensive despite the racing of his brain and heart. "I cannot accept anything on their behalf. Will you tell me what it is you offer, that I may report it to them?"