"I've lived a thousand years Miss Sally, there is always room to learn a great many things," He said, enjoyed this position as teacher immensely, it appealed to his vanity more than anything. The position of being able to teach someone something and have them virtually hang on your every word was almost intoxicating.
He beginning to rather like Sally, she was competent and not weak by any means, she was the perfect candidate for a minion. It also didn't hurt that she was a pretty little thing that had a blooming infatuation for him, it was not a feeling he was unfamiliar with in the slightest. Outwardly, Loki was charming and the perfect picture of a prince, people were drawn in by that and that had always been Loki's intention. However, very rarely had anyone that truly got to know the man beneath the perfect veneer stayed around for long. He was chaos personified, he thrived on it and he could not be blamed for the weak will of the peasants around him.
Walking backwards he began to remove his jacket and then dropped it neatly onto the empty oil drum. "Where would you like to start?" He questioned, flexing his fingers and conjuring a small green flame at the end of one of his long fingers.