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go_mischief (go_mischief) wrote in newalliance,

"Ah, you better! Eira will be happy about it, too." Eira had liked James quite a bit. Unlike Ikol, who even now flew to the opposite side of the room on his silent and invisible wings and glowered as much as a bird could toward the fair-haired teen.

Loki beamed at L.L. politely introducing herself, as though as proud as could be at her charming ways. Then at the exclamation concerning dragons, he only laughed and swallowed a large mouthful of fudge. "Don't worry, Thor killed it. It was a pretty nasty piece of work!"

Loki didn't miss a beat at the inquiry on whether or not they were supposed to be there. He had chocolate around his mouth as he bowed a little. "Of course! Spree should have informed your dashing archer and shape-shifting muscle the moment we stepped in!" He faltered a little. "Um, of course, I couldn't use the door that well. You might want to put plastic over the East window. Spare you a draft."

Loki spun on his heel to place himself between Maxine and James, touching their elbows to guide them forward. "Absolutely it's mustard. Quite harmless! Come, sit! You there, you there. Don't worry, James, L.L. doesn't bite. Not that I've seen, anyhow. Lady Cyclone, criss-cross applesauce, and you can put the goodies between you and I. They will bother not a thing. Miss Wind Witch obviously does something special, and the teen fighter should know something about this mindset as well. So perhaps they can assist."

He sat and beamed at them expectantly, all cheer and optimism in his manipulation.