Loki grinned, clearly unrepentant, and bowed low. "Your most royal highness," he murmured facetiously. Straightening again, his green eyes met her pink ones, a cynical half-smile tugging at his mouth. "I have always found truth to be much less interesting than fiction, and rather inconvenient," he told her candidly. "Unless it gets you something you want which, in my experience, is a rare thing indeed."
Another mercurial change of mood, his pessimistic expression melting into a cheerful smile as though it had never been. "Of course in this case, the truth rather flatters me, so I must admit I resemble my namesake more rather than less."
