"Aside from taking an impromptu shower? Um..." He thought, trying to capture the slippery memories of his dreaming. "Oh, yes. Everything. I mean, well, maybe? Some. Okay, not much." At least his speech was fairly lively again, tongue back to being quick and evasive. He was still looking over the roof's edge, trying to capture the whisper at his senses. "And I did a spell in my sleep? Oho! I'm getting talented if my subconscious can direct complex energies. Well, not that it isn't always the subconscious that directs such energies anyway, but it takes a lot of focus to get all that arcane to really manifest into what you need."
"I think it's more that you haven't caused any mayhem for so long. You really shouldn't make your nature force the issue like this." Ikol sounded gently chiding now.
"Aaaand, the spell still seems about. What a snarly thing..."
"Snarly? Just a little fear running rampant. Far too much of that in your head."
"To think I can make such things in my sleep. It must have been trouble." Loki stood, eyes closing and hand stretched outward. The air fairly hummed, then he snapped his fingers and swiped outward. There was a sound like a bullwhip cracking from under the eaves, and green sparks flew and faded on their way to floating pitifully toward the well-manicured lawn below.
"Bravo. Now how do you feel?"
Loki was still seemingly ignoring Ikol, turning about and grinning at Damian with his hands folded above his hand, ignoring the damp clothes clinging to him. "Well, I feel a little tired but sleepless! Time for a midnight snack! What do you say?"