"You and I both, bit of a mad evening," Loki said, the understatement of the year on his part, sighing and looking at the sidewalk ahead. "We haven't met, not that I know of anyway, though I'm sure if you're in this neighbourhood often you do know my face at least. Or, more accurately, the top half of me."
Pointing at an Armani ad, a black and white piece with him wearing one of their casual summer shirts, he chuckled a little.
"I knew there was one around here," he said, putting his hand back in his pocket. "I'm Felix, by the way, Felix Magnusson. I didn't mean to give you the creeps or anything before, I'm sorry if I did."