"I'm so much smaller it makes me wonder if I am, in fact, biologically from two different species. But I have no way to determine that, and ultimately it better suits my nature to be ambiguous. I am known as the god of lies and mischief in my universe of origin."

Striking. That's a nice compliment, much easier to accept than 'beautiful', but equally satisfying. Loki's smile widens and gains a few degrees of warmth. "You can say it as much as you like. I'm not one to argue with admiration."

The idea makes a violet tinge that may well be a blush creep up the back of his neck, though. "They're, ah, a bit ticklish, but..." But. Aesthetically, it's a very good suggestion and even Loki can see that at once. He can imagine both Harley and Megatron appreciating that. "I'll take it under advisement."

"The safehouse I'm thinking of is actually inside a large tree at the edge of my property. I'll have to key the wards to you, but that won't take long. Just try not to startle my housekeeper when she walks to and from my place. She's a gem; losing her would be a disaster."