[ there is a glint in loki's eye and in the grin that cuts like a knife across his face, invisible to her, but it is telling enough in the lilting timbre of his voice as he eyes her teeth, her technicolor claws. ]

.. Somehow I am not surprised to hear that.

[ a moment's thought. ]

But alas, no, I have not! I think I would remember a being such as you; you are the first I have seen.