[Now was a very fine time for Loki to dress all peasanty and completely unguarded, green tunic neatly tucked into the usual black leathers. Boots and wrists without their bracers, no chest plate, no coat, no blade at his hip. Nothing to absorb the impact of a large prawn attacking around his shins. It earns stifled squawk from Loki and a strange, staggering gesture that he couldn't mask nearly as well as that throaty, surprised noise...that wasn't masked all that well anyway. He was being attacked...by seafood.]

Well that's a first, I've never been set upon so boldly by a crustacean. It should be a matter of record!

[Loki looked more amused than offended.]

Almost reminds me of the days when I had a dog, Thori, the death that prowls on four legs...ah...I miss the way he would cock his leg at flaming trees and threaten to kill me. Treacherous little whelp.

[For half a moment Loki looked brokenhearted, but it didn't last, instead he threw Dragprawn a look that was almost childish.]

Dragprawn...you should know, I never apologize for jokes, especially the bad ones.

[Take that. Ah, but he couldn't banter with Dragpawn all day had he not come here for a purpose...okay, it was a purpose he was quickly distracted from as M gestured to his living quarters. Loki is easily dazzled apparently.

Folding one arm behind his back, the one with M's package still in hand he wanders, how very minimalism...nothing telling, not really, vague stories perhaps. He could get a feel for his tastes, but nothing that screamed this was M, not like other people with dwellings that clearly shouted what they were and who they were. He wasn't sussing out those details exactly, he was just fascinated, running his free hand reverently over the nearest wall as though he were searching for a pulse or something else, the trick that made this windowless, doorless space what it was.]

I'm enchanted M. Even the trickiest rooms in Asgard don't compare and I should know, I've been a prisoner is some of those rooms.