Certainly there's none in any world who could possibly ignore such a perfect polite little pupper. And Loki DOES like things to occupy his hands so crouching down to give her ear scritches and pets do the job quite well.

"A dear friend, I see it in your look," he reached into his pocket and pulled out a squeak toy shaped like a donut for the sweet little fuzzball. He looked up at her question and then glanced at his had, almost as if he'd forgotten he was holding it. Happens when in the presence or irresistibly fluffy creatures.

"Ah this?" he smiled, opening his hand, palm up, the small black key resting in it's center, "It's a key. My key. Though it's been a very long time since I've last held it."