"Be still, my heart." Loki brings his free hand up to his chest in a fit of good humor, briefly feigning as if he might swoon where he sat. On a list of story-based philosophies, his new acquaintance hit one of the better ones possible and he can appreciate that.
"So you reckon you do, huh? That why you're here?"
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"So you reckon you do, huh? That why you're here?"