The female seemed irritated by his indolence, a fact that caused Loki to smirk in satisfaction. It was nearly always a given that a show of blatant disrespect would draw a reaction. He watched through slitted eyes as she stalked closer. Would she attack him, then? Try to drive him off her perceived territory? Or perhaps simply give him the rough side of her tongue.
No, to Loki's vague disappointment, the female seemed to be holding herself back. Not that she wasn't going to be interesting anyway.
When she whispered in his ear, asking him what he saw in the water, Loki nearly told her simply "My reflection" but in his mercurially whimsical way he changed it at the last minute. He moved his gaze from her to peer deeply into the water and whisper in return to her, "I see my fate." The beginnings of the greatest cheesy pickup line ever, or a mockery of those who believed in fate, either way it brought a sly glint to his eyes.
