Look at that, she had a wonderful smile! That's much better. He took a drink and slumped down from the arm to the spot beside her like they're age old friends, the small knife idle in his other hand but he gave her his full attention. She looked like she could be fun, a bit down on her luck - okay, maybe more than a bit.

Loki waved it off and finally pocketed the knife. He looked off a moment and took another drink, well that was a hard question since he was usually the one responsible for the world ending. How many times had it been now?

But let's not get so serious too fast.

"That blood's going to be on you," he said with a point of his finger. Sorry he's totally not helping here, "but do you care?"

Nothing is worse than when a liar decides to be painfully honest.