"My Craydar," he said, leaning back against the tree where Loki had lain him down. "I've had it almost a year and a half, now. Whenever I'm near something magical that I wasn't aware of, it kicks in. Makes me feel like there's - uh, wait, you don't know what Listerine is. ... You know that feeling you get when your foot falls asleep? That, only it stings a little, too."

He reached up to drag a hand through his hair, fluffing the top around a little as though it mattered which way everything was going.

"Far as I can figure, it's supposed to be a warning, a protection thing: but this isn't the first time it's kicked in around something or someone that wasn't actually dangerous. Just ... really powerful." He sighed. "At least, now that I know how powerful whatever's inside the hall really is? It shouldn't kick in again."