Loki produced a little handwave, which was the only input he was going to offer when it came to women and their undergarments, because being present during ribald jesting was one thing, but he rarely partook in it, especially while sober.

"I'm guessing you found your way to my room intelligently," he said. "That is, you asked someone at the front desk, since I certainly haven't been giving the room number out."

As to his clothes, he figured she was just working her way through topics before she came to her reason for being here, and he was right. He raised his eyebrows, slightly. "How vivid are we talking about?" he asked. The subject matter of her dreams played second fiddle to the fact she had referred to them as real.