Loki had never been to Vegas before. Odd, since the excitement and flashing lights were completely up his alley. What fascinated him even more than the glitz and glamour was the mentality of the city. In another life, he would have realized it was reminiscent of Sakaar: lawless, extravagant, and maybe just a bit emotionally cold. And Loki liked it. He'd fit right in with those lavish surroundings, dressed in one of his favorite suits, as promised.
Tall and lanky as he was, Loki never made a sound when he walked. He moved like a ghost across the floor, hyper aware of his surroundings as he approached the Lily Bar. If Eddie was right, if he wasn't imagining things, then his stalker was likely to be close. He knew he wouldn't spot anything obvious. Real stalkers were never quite as easy to catch as the ones in movies. However, Loki had an unfair advantage. One that he would absolutely use in this particular circumstance. See, Loki was in possession of a little magic himself. And since Eddie's case was completely off the record, he'd be sure to use those abilities to sniff out any suspicious activity. The hunt was on.
Upon spotting Eddie, he wouldn't immediately approach him. He'd do another sweep of the room, taking note of each patron; where they were sitting, which way they were facing, particularly in relation to his client. Nothing immediately jumped out to him as strange. But then again, he presumed Eddie's 'friend' was sly. They must have been. Otherwise, Eddie himself would have caught them by now. After a moment of surveillance, he'd finally budge, heading in Eddie's direction. He had never spoken with the other man in person before; only in passing online. It was unfortunate that their first real conversation had to be over a serious matter. Perhaps the silver lining was that Loki had less opportunity to make things weird, as he was prone to do.
"Hey," he began, parking himself across from Eddie. Normally, this was where Loki would awkwardly start spouting off flirting and pleasantries. But he was here on business, right? He'd do his best to keep his tone professional. For now, at least. "Fancy office you've got here, Mister Nigma. Color me envious." Green eyes would flash over to the other man, a gentle smile forming on his features. "Listen, I know there's not a lot you can say about our, ah, problem lurking in the shadows. But anything you can tell me would be helpful. Do you only sense them here? Do they follow you home?"