Loki opened it enough to verify, then smiled and moved to let the Fae in. It was a sparse room, but comfortable enough. A decently sized bed and side table, some tapestries on the wall, a dresser for clothing with a closet attached for hanging things (like armor). There was also a comfy chair in the room and a small table that had under-storage of it, where Loki'd set out the mead and cups and sweet cakes.

"I see you weren't interrogated about your intentions by my protective daughter."