[Ren gestures for them to sit, and he's welcome to do so. Loki simply summons Lævateinn and lets it drift a few inches off the ground, tip pointed toward the floor. Impossibly graceful, he leaps atop to perch atop the pliers that serve as a hilt for a blade too hot to touch, grinning his too-wide grin.]
So accommodating. Such a gentleman. [He hisses in amusement, resting his chin in his hand, elbow on his knee.] The Trickster with a noble heart and the best intentions. Why do you hold yourself back, Ren Amamiya? You have the same powerful urge to destroy. To reshape the world to suit your desires.
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So accommodating. Such a gentleman. [He hisses in amusement, resting his chin in his hand, elbow on his knee.] The Trickster with a noble heart and the best intentions. Why do you hold yourself back, Ren Amamiya? You have the same powerful urge to destroy. To reshape the world to suit your desires.
[His eyes flash as his lips curve.]
Is that not what you want?