Uriel huffed at both the others' words and the loss of her knives. Of course, she still had several daggers up her sleeve -- literally -- but still, there had been no need for Odin to take the one she'd had out. It wasn't like she would have really used it.

"I'm not a child," she said, "nor am I a slut, thank you ever so much, brother." She smirked at Loki, knowing that being called her brother must annoy the trickster god immensely. "And, no offence to you, Ellie -- it is Ellie, right? --, but I do not wish to be called a slut, either. So do shut up, scarface. I don't go around calling you an idiot even though you are one, now do I?

"I'm hardly any younger than you, Odin," she then said, looking at the one-eyed god. "After all, I was there when the world was created -- well, when God created it, anyway. I'm afraid I wasn't present when your lot created the world, however you did it." She raised an eyebrow, thinking about the absurdity that followed from several pantheons and mythologies existing at the same time. "In any case, I'm not younger than you in physical sense. Of course, it's not my fault if you have become a boring old man while I've managed to hold onto my youth. Most of the time you act more like my father than my brother, you know."