Perhaps his easy-going manner and jokes is the reason he wound up an immortal friend to Dream of the Endless. It wouldn't do much good to pair Dream with a friend who's too much like himself.

Loki's words may be teasing, but Hob can't help but flush a bit at what feels like another flirtation. They're both good with that sort of banter, it seems. Hob has a feeling it would be easy to spend all night tossing cheeky comments back and forth across a table with this man.

When Loki confesses he's unsure about opening his box, Hob looks down at the object he pulled from his own. His hand lifts and he uncurls his fingers, holding an aged portrait there. Loki can take it for a closer look, if he'd like.

"This was in mine. It's a picture... of my wife and son. Dead some 400 years now." He glances hesitantly from the picture to Loki's face.