"Just informing you of your options, Darcy," is the neutral reply, before he places his silverware ever so precisely on his empty plate. It's a wonder that he manages to eat so much, so quickly, and still not have a crumb out of place. He's just that good.

Leaning back in his seat, he steeples his fingers, surveying his daughter over them. "Nepotism aside, I do hope you know that should you ever actively wish to change fields - not necessarily shift into mine, mind - but into a different area of any sort, you've only need say the word. I'll do whatever necessary to aid the transition."

Because while they've never really talked about how his goals and her (very up to rescheduling) nine to give contradict each other, Loki does realize that at the very least it could put the two of them at odds. At the worst, it could put one of them in a serious amount of danger.