[Suddenly there's a familiar face in front of Loki, dispersing his illusion magic like smoke and brimming with magical energy herself.
Hello there, Amelia, he thinks to himself, and merely offers her a smile in the face of her warning. Despite her glaring, Loki does not seem to be terribly concerned about the threat of her magic.
A familiar flicker of mischief sparks in his eyes (though it would still be foreign to her), and he offers her a smile, still seated.]
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Hello there, Amelia, he thinks to himself, and merely offers her a smile in the face of her warning. Despite her glaring, Loki does not seem to be terribly concerned about the threat of her magic.
A familiar flicker of mischief sparks in his eyes (though it would still be foreign to her), and he offers her a smile, still seated.]
That's no way to greet a guest. Manners, manners.