Freya, as her name was, was far from the first woman he'd seen naked, of course, but his mother would never have abided rudeness. Once she gives him the clear he turns toward her. His own clothing probably seemed otherworldly to her, leather pants, fitted boots, green and grey shirt that wrapped around rather than buttoned.

"Freya." An Asgardian name. It made him wonder if she was descended from Vikings, but he could ask about that later. Instead, he inclined his head, smiling. "I am Loki of Asgard. It was a pleasure to run away from undead jesters with you."