Loki raised an eyebrow at the wording and the twitch, but didn't say anything. He'd always appreciated a clever twist of words and the oath would hopefully fulfill its purpose, though that was dependent on how exactly you defined harm.

"Okay, come on in then," he invited holding the door open for her. "But watch your step. There are still some empty bottles on the floor. Odin's decorating."

He wondered whether the room would offend her sense of smell as well. He could no longer smell smoke when he entered, it, but he was used to the smell and her nose was much finer. And then there was the fact that he hadn't opened the window in days. Ah well, she only wanted a shirt after all.