When the big cat stalked closer, Loki deigned to lift his muzzle from the icy water to watch her. He was no fool - he knew he stood no chance in a fight if the female took offense to something he said or did. Those claws could gut him in seconds and there was little he could do to defend himself. Much better to be... polite.
He twitched internally when she spoke aloud in a strange accent, grouping him together with all the other pathetic canines in this place. He covered his reaction as best he could, keeping his facial expression bland. Instead he bowed deeply, saying with smooth sincerity, "How else could I gaze upon your awesome magnificence without interruption by the masses? I give you my most humble apologies for subjecting your graciousness with my lowly presence."
Let it not be said that Loki Silvertongue could not grovel with grace.
