He snorts a little at that. He's certainly seen far more blood and battle and the just plain morbid then most other kids his age. Heck one of his traveling companions is a severed head! Who also happens to tell very good stories. Many of which are also very bloody.

"Always with the mischief, huh?" he cocks his head to the side and taps his pen on his notebook page. An almost alarming consistency among those in this place that call themselves 'Loki'. He's not sure if he should be concerned for his own future or not.

"All right! Let's hear one of those," he grins and pauses a moment to switch out his pen colors. While he liked the red one it felt thematic to use the green for this one, "Tell me your favorite one."