Delia eventually returns to her room, where a thin man with dirty blond hair leans against the doorframe. "Ah Delia," his sharp features stretch into a thin smile. "Or should I say, Adelina?" Delia narrows her eyes. "Who are you? Get the hell away from me." The man gasps and puts a hand on his heart. "That's no way to talk to your father," he mock scolds her. She rolls her eyes. "Yeah right, I have no father." Loki's smile widens. "I am Loki, your real father."