[Honestly, Loki finds the other's response rather over the top. But except for that he is not quite fazed by it. Actually, he is giving Mithos the most blank stare he is capable of.]
Now do not make jabs at my intelligence, that is most uncouth.
[Loki leans a bit closer as if he is going to tell the blonde boy a big, big, big secret.]
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Now do not make jabs at my intelligence, that is most uncouth.
[Loki leans a bit closer as if he is going to tell the blonde boy a big, big, big secret.]
Un-der-stood. Fare-ye-well