He's already got one, and it was called "Burning Bubbles." Only works with the right holographic projectors though, I'm afraid. It's made him terribly annoyed.

[More clicking noises from the Dragprawn.]

I suppose growing an apartment that can inhabit any city I please is the start to a fair trade of being turned into a killing machine.

[Not that he seems too concerned with that part of his life, given the flippant way he announces it. He slides his package over towards Loki. It's large, rectangular, and nicely wrapped, far too nicely wrapped for M to have been the one to wrap it.]

For you.