Lambs to the Slaughter
And we couldn’t have that.
*At Sigyn’s second comment, Loki’s expression flickers, just briefly, though the smile remains. It does turn just slightly edged, however, his posture and bearing not shifting otherwise.* I should think my chances more inhibited by the presence of my older sibling. And who said anything about easily swayed? *he leans toward her a little, smile just slightly dangerous now.* Perhaps I’d corrupt you first.
*The words are playful, ostensibly; the tone somewhat less so.*
Such a fine line for young ladies to walk. I appreciate your consideration. *She does not miss the subtle shift in his demeanor. It is both intimidating and interesting. Like the behavior of a viper when it has identified a threat. Or prey. She decides against pressing on the nerve she discovered.* I know little of how such things are determined, your highness. Or how strictly the line adhered to tradition. *smile sharpens a bit* Or perhaps there would be little corrupting to do, as it is much easier to put on shows of virtue than it is to actually be virtuous.
