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               _{That smile upon his lips acted as a herald for her to be distrustful. Not that she wouldn’t have been so careful in the first place, but she was thankful for the further jurisdiction. Of course.}

               _{But this meeting intrigued her, beyond a shadow of a doubt, as much as it did him. Perhaps past that level. Though, in this case, she of course couldn’t be sure.}

                _{Which sometimes, she was thankful for.}

                                      _{W i t h   h i m ?} 

                                                           _{;; …Not so much.}

                                            _{It made her, admittedly,  n e r v o u s .}

                             _{Even more so than she might have otherwise been.}

               _{Upon her name leaving his lips, she resisted the urge to swallow, forcing a smile to her countenance, as she nodded slightly, accepting the compliment, thanking him for it with two small movements of her lips.}

               _{Admittedly, despite herself, she likes the way he speaks. As if in riddles, encouraging her to think for herself, make her own mind, it being impossible to be tarnished by opinions which, really, oppose hers.}

                                         _{Because, sometimes, that happens.}

                                            _{She doesn’t like it to, but it does.}

               _{After grey eyes flickered the opposite side, she looked back up at the Trickster, biting back a smile that threatened to grow on darkly rouged lips.}

                                      _{"Am I really so predictable already?”}

               _{Licking her lips absent-mindedly, the Duchess gave a small nod of her head, before cocking it to the side.}

                              _{“And yourself? Such a place is ‘ardly vhere one vould expect to come across ze likes of yourself.”}

                                      _{Ah, Loki would have came to expect humour from a Demon. Of course he must. When a creature has everything they need; and are fully able to indulge in any sin they wished; it’s often wise to think of receiving sarcasm, or the works. Something about her told him he would’t, perhaps, have received that, upon their initial meeting; but clearly, he was most wholly incorrect about that.}

            _{An inclination of amusement parried through his expression, and emerald hues remained outwardly transfixiated upon her.}

                        _{“Quite the contrary,” Loki half purrs, his voice laced with sedative and poison, yet dormantly so, it seemed, at this moment in time. “I would deem you as someone most wholly unpredictable.”}

      _{To that, he is reminded all too suddenly of his reason for being here. A flicker of irritation makes its presence known along the contours of his defined face, at the thought of that failed spell, and he makes yet another mental note to fix it.}

   _{"Issues, here and there, with my exploits into the realms of the ethereal,“ he explains, calmly enough. Within that, his hand raises, and his outer armour fades from vision; leaving him clad in the usual black, smoky, dark green, and leather robes. "Even Iam plagued with failure on this front, no thanks to those quims who allowed it. Of that, I feel I may as well admit now.”}

 _{"I was aiming to teleport elsewhere. My sources of knowledge on such spells must clearly be incorrect.“}

_{Nothing Loki says can ever be taken seriously. For he lies, all the time; and he lies so fervently and so often, that he simply forgets he's doing it.}

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   Ah, Loki would have came to expect humour from a Demon. Of course he must. When a creature has everything they need; and...

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