"Thank you," Ruby said once she'd been invited inside, stepping past him and into the room which seemed very fitting to Loki and his tastes. Her own room was similar in that it was exactly to her tastes, though far more extravagant than anything Ruby could've afforded when she lived back in Storybrooke, She had to wonder again, idly, at the powers involved in the Nexus, but she did not linger on those thoughts long. She'd figured out quickly that things here operated on a far higher realm of understanding than her own, and she'd given up on chasing her tail in that respect.
"Nothing for me, thank you," she said as she took a seat. "This room looks very much like you, Loki. I like it." She smiled at him, leaning back in the chair to cross her legs and get comfortable. For all that she'd been vaguely flustered by Loki at their first meeting, she was nothing but comfortable in his presence now. "Is this the Asgardian version of a sex lair? Do fair Asgardian maidens walk into a room like this and find their panties have been turned into stardust?"
She was teasing him out of good humor, and because now that she was here there was the faintest desire to dance around both subjects she wished to bring up to him. She trusted Loki to not think less of her for her frighteningly realistic, bloody and gory dreams, just as she trusted him to not think less of her for being stumped by the male psyche. It didn't mean she found either subject any less distasteful, though.
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Date: 2014-04-14 04:23 am (UTC)"Nothing for me, thank you," she said as she took a seat. "This room looks very much like you, Loki. I like it." She smiled at him, leaning back in the chair to cross her legs and get comfortable. For all that she'd been vaguely flustered by Loki at their first meeting, she was nothing but comfortable in his presence now. "Is this the Asgardian version of a sex lair? Do fair Asgardian maidens walk into a room like this and find their panties have been turned into stardust?"
She was teasing him out of good humor, and because now that she was here there was the faintest desire to dance around both subjects she wished to bring up to him. She trusted Loki to not think less of her for her frighteningly realistic, bloody and gory dreams, just as she trusted him to not think less of her for being stumped by the male psyche. It didn't mean she found either subject any less distasteful, though.