"Child, there is something very wrong with you." Loki bristled at her words, glaring for a long moment before he forceably took control of himself. Silky fur smoothed back down, head and ears came back up, tail relaxed, and a cocky smirk creased his face. "So the poor little girl missed her mommy so she had a tantrum, is that it? How very sad," he sneered. Green eyes that had started the conversation flirty and calm were now sharply venomous as they tracked the young female. He could have just turned around and left at any time, but that was not Loki's way. His pride had been struck, and he would have this girl learn what it meant to belittle him. How hard would it be to capture a venomous snake to put in her den...?
