"Please, tell me your story then. You seem desperate to," he said with a smile. Of course, he hardly would believe a word. There was no point in asking when you would not believe anything the man had to say. Loki was a liar who could smell 'liar' all over the other man.
His thoughts were still racing in the background. Knives were switched out for other knives until he had settled on a weapon from Hell. A green shimmer was covering the weapon.