“You know, you’ve got an attitude, an’ I like that.” Head cocked to one side, cigarette flicked to the floor. “The real question is, can you handle me?”
Loki had long learned how to alter the glamour of his adoptive father. He grinned, letting his eyes swirl.into a crimson color as he watched the other. “Oh, darling, you don’t know what it is you tempt. I can very well handle you.” He promised, leaning closer into Tristan’s space. “Should we go?”
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