It's incredible how much a short burst of laughter can peel away. For a moment Tony is the man Loki met those years ago, brighter for his hope, daring in his arrogance. The man who stood before him and laughed in the face of a god. Loki could have killed him then, far more efficiently than throwing him through plated glass. Perhaps he should have, but--
Well. It isn't as if it would change anything had it ever come to that. Given the sense of humor the fates appear to possess, they likely would have met here again regardless.
He's distracted from those thoughts by the unmistakable feline trill that precedes the sudden weight upon his lap, Elton only just missing the chance to upset the wine glass in Loki's hand as it's raised to safety before Loki finds his personal space entirely invaded. They're undeniably beautiful, these creatures, though Loki knows better than to believe it comes without a price. Emotional manipulation isn't exactly Loki's idea of a good time, certainly not in the middle of negotiations of this sort, and he leans away from the brilliant blue face attempting to investigate his own with a scoff entirely directed towards Tony. "Is there no exception for reasonable retaliation?" One finger finds the cool tip of Elton's nose to nudge him back, encouraging the peacat off his chest with care not to touch any more of the animal than he needs to. "One would think that retribution for such a savage and needless attack would be well warranted."
What Tony is suggesting amounts to little more than babysitting, and the urge to tell the man he has better things to do is incredibly tempting. After all, one of them is getting significantly more out of this than the other and Loki isn't in the habit of making agreements so unbalanced in his favor. One small weapon in exchange for the responsibly of managing a machine he has no measure of, who may respond to his efforts with lethal force? Loki isn't sold. "Where is the other being kept? I assume you intend to keep them separated if it thinks it's already succeeded in it's goal."
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Well. It isn't as if it would change anything had it ever come to that. Given the sense of humor the fates appear to possess, they likely would have met here again regardless.
He's distracted from those thoughts by the unmistakable feline trill that precedes the sudden weight upon his lap, Elton only just missing the chance to upset the wine glass in Loki's hand as it's raised to safety before Loki finds his personal space entirely invaded. They're undeniably beautiful, these creatures, though Loki knows better than to believe it comes without a price. Emotional manipulation isn't exactly Loki's idea of a good time, certainly not in the middle of negotiations of this sort, and he leans away from the brilliant blue face attempting to investigate his own with a scoff entirely directed towards Tony. "Is there no exception for reasonable retaliation?" One finger finds the cool tip of Elton's nose to nudge him back, encouraging the peacat off his chest with care not to touch any more of the animal than he needs to. "One would think that retribution for such a savage and needless attack would be well warranted."
What Tony is suggesting amounts to little more than babysitting, and the urge to tell the man he has better things to do is incredibly tempting. After all, one of them is getting significantly more out of this than the other and Loki isn't in the habit of making agreements so unbalanced in his favor. One small weapon in exchange for the responsibly of managing a machine he has no measure of, who may respond to his efforts with lethal force? Loki isn't sold. "Where is the other being kept? I assume you intend to keep them separated if it thinks it's already succeeded in it's goal."