For the first time, Loki wonders what Reynard has told these beings--Eliksni?--about the mortal beings around them. If this is all some tremendous misunderstanding, he's going to be impressed. He also notes the way Lexoris seems to be looking at something Loki himself cannot see, and that makes the back of his neck prickle.
For all he knows, Reynard could be right behind him, making faces as he talks, but there's nothing for it. The Baroness is the one he is speaking to now, and focusing elsewhere will do no good.
Her terms are more than fair; they're very much to his liking. They may not be able to read his body language well, but his smile is in no way faked, and he answers with a little bow of his head. "With pleasure, Baroness. I dare not promise myself as peacemaker, but messenger? That is a role I can play."
Wouldn't be the first time, really, although he hasn't always been known for being a truthful messenger. "Is a cease-fire even something you seek? Tolerance in return for tolerance? Or do your priorities lie elsewhere?"
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For all he knows, Reynard could be right behind him, making faces as he talks, but there's nothing for it. The Baroness is the one he is speaking to now, and focusing elsewhere will do no good.
Her terms are more than fair; they're very much to his liking. They may not be able to read his body language well, but his smile is in no way faked, and he answers with a little bow of his head. "With pleasure, Baroness. I dare not promise myself as peacemaker, but messenger? That is a role I can play."
Wouldn't be the first time, really, although he hasn't always been known for being a truthful messenger. "Is a cease-fire even something you seek? Tolerance in return for tolerance? Or do your priorities lie elsewhere?"