Loki raised a brow and got up, turning his chair around so that he could straddle it and rest his arms and chin on the back as he studied Greg.
"You're pale but you could tan if you wanted," he mused to himself. "So you don't get out much. Your eyes make me think you don't see much good in your job. But you're not a cop - I can always tell a cop."
He frowned, thinking. Yeah so he could 'see' a bit more than he was letting on but using all his tricks was boring.
"I'm going to say... you work in a hospital. With the dead or dying. The only people I know with eyes like yours work with the dead."