Well, well. His mention of the archer looks as if it touched upon a nerve. Loki purses his lips as if she's personally affronted him by her refusal, but his eyes are twinkling.
"I'm afraid it's not that simple. You see, just as my honor matters not to you, your interests do not sway me. The two of you are marked to die."
He pauses in contemplation, rubbing a thumb over the orb. It flares briefly in response to his touch, then settles.
"Though if you'd rather I start with the archer..."
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Date: 2012-06-22 08:12 am (UTC)"I'm afraid it's not that simple. You see, just as my honor matters not to you, your interests do not sway me. The two of you are marked to die."
He pauses in contemplation, rubbing a thumb over the orb. It flares briefly in response to his touch, then settles.
"Though if you'd rather I start with the archer..."