[Loki leans this way and that, making certain he'd captured everything.]

Very nearly, Lady.

[He delicately captures another strand of hair, one that he missed before, and runs it between his fingers. It's much quicker this time. A slight tug and it's done.

Another round of inspection and he nods to himself.]

That will do. When you are ready to have it returned to its normal color, let me know.

[A second of hesitation, and he catches up her gloved hand for a quick moment, pressing his thumb firmly against her palm.]

And that is our truce.

[He releases her hand, bows, and turns away in a smooth succession of movements.]