How insane, exactly, was this cat? Loki found himself wondering as she spoke. She didn't really think he was a god? Though he found it flattering to the extreme, it was also a little disconcerting. Still, it was better to be friendly to the crazy person in the hopes that they'd hold off on dismembering you.
The cat's hot breath filled his ear with soft words, offering not endearment, but insult that caused Loki's silky fur to bristle despite the close quarters of sharp claws. Had he been his brother, he'd have lashed out, danger be damned. Luckily, he was not his brother, or any lesser beast. He was Loki, and Loki would not be provoked so easily. But neither could he allow the taunting words to pass completely unremarked. He, slowly, deliberately, and calmly narrowed his emerald eyes and arched his neck enough to look the cat in the eye.
"I do not fear you," he rumbled smoothly, non-threateningly but with a hint of reproach, as though he were hurt by her assumption that he could be fearful. "I simply find myself dazzled with the brilliance of your presence. It is not fear I feel when I gaze upon you, but awe."
"Speech"
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