[Loki doesn't mind the black so much as the deliberate calm the man displays. Something in the back of his head rings an alarm, warning that it's easier to get what you want with friendly charm than with force. He's not suspicious, exactly, but without really recognizing it, Loki decides two can play at that game.

He shakes a finger in the air, eyes wide.]

I thought so. I was mapping it out in my head and the only other explanation would be a truly enormous garden, and who even has the time for that? [He glances around them, sweeping a hand at the graves.] Certainly not this lot.

[Loki approaches, hands dropping to his hips.]

But maybe the two of us can sort it out. Say, you don't happen to know how we got here, do you? [His eyebrows raise in innocent expectation, but should the stranger have any suspicions of him, it's clear this is bait.]