An upgrade, then. Namecalling ceased, Loki puts away his own blades.
A glance down the length of his nose at finger pointed. The corner of his mouth curls up, and he steps aside, a half circle around. "I'm no demon," he says, different diction, same tone, "and you can consider my manifestation a peaceful one for as long as you take care where you direct your knives next, my lady." The courteous slant of his tone is matched with a supplicating gesture, palms brought together, before they fall loose at his sides.
Humour crystallises, the gaunt lines of his expression sharper with micro-tensions. A look around, impatient to see past the trees, the men in metal standing around. Venatori. Lyrium. Impatient, too, to understand. "Where we are, now, you say it is dangerous?"
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A glance down the length of his nose at finger pointed. The corner of his mouth curls up, and he steps aside, a half circle around. "I'm no demon," he says, different diction, same tone, "and you can consider my manifestation a peaceful one for as long as you take care where you direct your knives next, my lady." The courteous slant of his tone is matched with a supplicating gesture, palms brought together, before they fall loose at his sides.
Humour crystallises, the gaunt lines of his expression sharper with micro-tensions. A look around, impatient to see past the trees, the men in metal standing around. Venatori. Lyrium. Impatient, too, to understand. "Where we are, now, you say it is dangerous?"