[ That directive is not, in fact, a thank you, and Loki tilts his head a little to the side as he unfastens the man's mask anyway. His is still on, covered in lupine flowers in oranges and red against a background not very dissimilar to his own preferred colors of black and green, accented in gold.
Either this woman thinks she knows him, as have several at this point, or she is just like that. Or something else entirely, it's difficult to tell in this exact moment; there just are not enough details available. He gestures at her corset with a hand that had been holding a knife just a moment ago which has since... disappeared, for lack of a better word. ]
Well-crafted.
[ Unlike this dead man's mask. Loki sucks his teeth at it in clear disapproval. ]
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Either this woman thinks she knows him, as have several at this point, or she is just like that. Or something else entirely, it's difficult to tell in this exact moment; there just are not enough details available. He gestures at her corset with a hand that had been holding a knife just a moment ago which has since... disappeared, for lack of a better word. ]
Well-crafted.
[ Unlike this dead man's mask. Loki sucks his teeth at it in clear disapproval. ]