When a voice spoke out of the darkness behind him, Loki had to exert ruthless control over his natural reaction to jump in surprise. Instead he simply narrowed his acid-green eyes as he - very deliberately lazily - swiveled his head to face the shadowy form. He could make out an unusually colored pair of eyes, the wolf they belonged to obviously having chosen their spot specifically for the concealing darkness.
Female, and the tone in which she spoke - and the way those eyes were traveling over him - made it obvious what was on her mind. A most delicious intention indeed, if that was what she actually wanted, but Loki didn't intend to leap before he looked. He was no muscle-bound idiot like his brothers, who let hormones lead them by the nose. No, Loki was better than that.
Though he was not adverse to a little play.
"Heart of darkness, hm? Well, then, I suppose it is little wonder I felt so at home," he quipped as he stretched and turned to face the other wolf. "And who, pray tell, might you be?"
His voice was like liquid velvet as he spoke - two could play at this seduction game, and Loki had always considered himself a master of playing games.
