The increasing aggression - in his mind, entirely undeserved - caused his own silky pelt to rise also. "I assure you, for once I am not playing. I have no idea who you are or what you think I did to you." He spoke as evenly as he could, struggling to maintain his calm despite the self-righteous outrage that sent sparks to his green eyes and made his paws flex in the dirt. How dare she accuse him, throw his greeting in his face and threaten him in this manner? He was Loki, and he would not be pushed around by some pup with a chip on her shoulder. His mind worked furiously as she circled to his right. Even as he pivoted on his hindpaws to follow the circling wolf, he said with a humorless chuckle in his voice, "I don't even know who this Nnoitra is. You really do not want to be doing this, little girl. You would not like the consequences of threatening me."
