"By blood, none. But familial association, an excessive amount," Damian says dryly. "I would label some generic family rather than siblings, but everyone else differs. It's an argument not worth having anymore at this point." And he minds having a large family of oddities much less now than he used to. Though the amount of people nosing about his business is STILL irritating.

He shrugs one shoulder. "Now is fine. I have nothing to play with, but if you're a conjurer, I assume that would not be an issue."

Damian's eyes narrow slightly when Loki grins, just because he's not sure what the reason for it is. But he stays where he is, fairly relaxed, by Damian standards - which means a steel-straight spine and free hands, but no active defensiveness or weapons, for the most part. "Hypothetical for some, not for me. Or you, judging by how you speak of it." He doesn't plan to mention that he died and came back, as it's not public knowledge at home. But most of the world knows about his father and Todd, so he doesn't consider it an issue to bring it up. "Most say I was born old." 'A grouchy old man' was how Jon had put it once.

"If you say so," Damian says, but it's light - teasing by placating rather than truly dismissive.