Loki's bright green eyes focused on the gold gaze so close to his own, to avoid watching the cat cleaning gore from those wicked claws. Not that he was squeamish about her having killed a worthless coyote, no. More of a general dislike of mess and untidiness. He didn't move away for fear of offending the killer, but he couldn't help but really, really hope that she didn't splatter any of that blood on him. Not that he couldn't get messy if it came down to it, he just preferred not to.
"It is good to hear you say that," he said in reply to her comment on his less-than-disagreeable company. "To be found as such by a creature like yourself is... a great honor."
He was not quite sure what to make of her next words, though. Allowing him the use of her name, was that truly meant to be an honor, or simply a mockery? As irritating as it was to be allowed to do anything - all privileges were his by right! - he made no move to show anything of the sort. He may be above all those uncivilized beasts of his own species, but this cat was so far out of his league that it was laughable.
"Truly that is the greatest of honors," he said smoothly, inclining his head to the magnificent cat. "Zafira." He had hesitated at first to use her name, unsure if the cat had set him up for her to be offended by it's use, but having said it he drew out the syllables, savoring the name like a connoisseur savoring wine.
