"Good evening, Mr. Min-- Diabhall," he says, the informality of it feeling awkward on his tongue. But they're equals here, so there's no need to be formal with him here, right?

As he unties the braid in his hair and carefully unravels it, all he can think about now is their encounter. The joke about meeting each other again with the wine, the sight of him and Loki dancing together, then his own dance after that he has a sneaking feeling Diabhall watched (which is such a vain thought but it just feels true)... Seeing the collar again, peeking out from his robes, and now carefully sitting on ceremony a few feet away...

He's staring, and he probably shouldn't be.