They're both, in a sense, predators. Loki is more of an ambush predator than a hunter-killer, though, and he keeps to the passive approach he's begun with, although he does tilt his chin up to look into Alastor's face better. Red eyes make him think of Laufey, but only for a moment. He's not sure any Jotun would be comfortable in the kind of heat Alastor's presence suggests.
He's built up more tolerance than most, at least.
"I suppose some people are bound to be excessively honest," he admits. "Depending how you approach them."
He looks legitimately startled by the grab for his hand, but the touch actually passes through his arm, and his entire form dissolves in a green-gold shimmer.
"How very forward of you!" He says, from a few feet to the left, appearing in the same position, like he's been there the whole goddamn time. And he steps forward to accept the handshake on his own terms, with a small sly smile on his lips.
"Loki. I am Loki, prince of Asgard and Jotunheim, and sometimes known as the god of mischief. And lies. I am charmed, Alastor. Truly." No, he's not. He's fascinated, though, and he wants to see where this goes, especially if it's a disaster.
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He's built up more tolerance than most, at least.
"I suppose some people are bound to be excessively honest," he admits. "Depending how you approach them."
He looks legitimately startled by the grab for his hand, but the touch actually passes through his arm, and his entire form dissolves in a green-gold shimmer.
"How very forward of you!" He says, from a few feet to the left, appearing in the same position, like he's been there the whole goddamn time. And he steps forward to accept the handshake on his own terms, with a small sly smile on his lips.
"Loki. I am Loki, prince of Asgard and Jotunheim, and sometimes known as the god of mischief. And lies. I am charmed, Alastor. Truly." No, he's not. He's fascinated, though, and he wants to see where this goes, especially if it's a disaster.