The glass of wine is offered to him again like a bridge to something Loki isn't entirely sure he really wants to involve himself in, and there's a long moment where it seems like he might very well refuse it again until he hears all that Tony has to say.

One heartbeat of a second, two, and against his better judgment Loki leans forward just enough to receive with a gracious incline of his head. it"I know of it." And that might be exactly where his knowledge ends-- a glancing familiarity. Certainly not enough to help him here. "But no, it's not technology Asgard had found itself interested in."

Something considered overly complicated and unnecessary, he's certain. Asgard, for better or worse, had a stubborn history and enjoyed the comfort of its own ways more than the excitement that came with change. When a nation of people is under the impression that just because one can do something doesn't mean it's worth their effort, some things tend to slip through the cracks.

Not that Loki is entirely certain they'd missed anything the longer he turns this over in his mind. He knows the word android, has heard it mentioned on one realm or another outside the nine Odin controlled, but to his knowledge murderous intent hadn't been tied along with it. Still-- "Why involve yourself?" His wine sits untouched, glass rested against his knee as Loki watches Tony with a critical gaze. "If this is a disagreement that exists only between these machines, why interfere?"