"Perhaps I was a fool yet I wanted to test his endurance as well as my own."

Loki would never admit to actually drinking himself into oblivion since that would be terrible oafish and obtuse just like his brother. He should have been more tactile and none of that awful experience would ever have happened. Perhaps it would be best if he didn't speak of it to anyone.

"I like to play close to the fire."

His voice was low and seductive as he picked up his glass of red wine, sipping slowly and keeping his green eyes locked onto hers. Being with Astaroth was one big guessing game. Also, the joy was in the chase as they said. Yet, Loki could almost taste that he was getting closer, inch by inch.