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[ikols]

[ It's a touching answer, one he isn't immediately sure how to take. Instead, he defaults to arching a brow and wriggling his hips again in a squirmy dance, hands bracingly rubbing her back. ]

Luckily for you, you get to feel a whole lot more of me on this adventure!

[realistics]

[That wriggling dance breaks off the tension with a laugh as she pinches at his back teasingly, shaking her head.]

What a horror! I'll definitely never get rid of you now.

[ikols]

I'll have you know that some people, whom we both know, have found it incredibly hard to resist my wiles in the past.

[ He squeaks (Eep!) when she pinches his back, sweeping an arm under her knees to pick her up in the next moment with a spin on the spot. ]

[realistics]

Really, who's found it hard to — ahh!

[With her own squeak, a rare, high pitched sound, her arms rush up around his neck as she's picked up, eyes wide with surprise even as laughter rings out, nervous as it is.]

Loki!

[ikols]

[ He carries her to the sofa, sinking down on it with Verity in his lap; much better. An arm drapes around the back of the cushioning as he pats her knees. ]

Take a wild guess.

[realistics]

You're treating me like a kid. I hated sitting on Santa's lap, for your information.

[A playful pout spreads on her face but her amusement leaves her making no moves to shift from her placement, hands settling comfortably over his shoulders.]

[ikols]

[ Loki throws back his head and laughs, tickling behind those knees to keep his hands busy. ]

Excuse me, my lap is a far cry from Santa's.

[realistics]

[Sensitive to his ticklish hands, her legs kick at the cushions as they attempt to shuffle up from wild fingers. Giggles rise as she ducks her head against his neck.]

Y-you're right! So much — ha! — worse than Santa!

[ikols]

[ Snickering like children, he bumps his temple against hers and settles down with his best friend collected close. His hand finally flattens on a calf, behaving. ]

You still haven't guessed. Do you forfeit?

[realistics]

[Laughter eases all her earlier worries and clinging to his shirt, she lets their heads rest close together as the chuckles settle down, grin still wide in place.]

Well, it's definitely not me. My resistance is impenetrable.

[ikols]

Wow, your deductive powers are truly astounding. "Not me". I'm impressed! [ Against her hair, he stage-whispers, ] Lorelei.

[realistics]

Sherlock Holmes, they call me.

[Her brows rise at the answer, but she's not entirely surprised.] She always did have a weird taste in guys. She went for Sigurd, after all.

[ikols]

I did wear stockings back then. It was a dark time for everyone.

[ Sagely sniffing, trufax. He can admit this. ]

[realistics]

That's too bad. I actually like stockings. [Teasing him mostly, she presses her lips to a partial smirk.]

[ikols]

Not ones that end in scaly gold knickers, you don't.

[ If she wants him to start tickling higher than her knees, she's going the right way about it. ]

[realistics]

I don't know, that sounds pretty alluring.

[Laughter almost bubbles up again, but she bites at her lip to hold it down.]

[ikols]

Then you've lost your mind, coming here has unhinged you. I'm afraid I'll have to do something terribad via a spell to cleanse your filthy mind ...

[ Wiggling his fingers in front of her face, magic dances in green wisps at his fingertips. Wooooo. ]

[realistics]

Oh, you're gonna use your voodoo magic on me now?

[Squinting her eyes at him, she's highly doubtful of him doing anything too drastic. Not to her.]

[ikols]

[ A sad little toot is given as the magic expires into smoke. ]

Ah, alas. You scared it off!

[realistics]

[A light laugh has her grabbing at his fingers.]

See? Resistance.

[ikols]

Resistance! Yes, that's our armour against foul magics and wayward awfuls, good call.

[ The lights return to his palm in harmless abandon and he draws her name in shining runes across Verity's palm. They hang in the air for a moment before he waves his hand, coalescing them into a shining approximation of her current expression; it mirrors her face exactly, playing at mimicry over his palm. ]

[realistics]

[She gets slightly flushed at being drawn and mirrored with magic, but her smile stays in place, even as she shakes her head.]

The nose might be a little off.

[ikols]

[ Quirking a brow, he eyes the little shining bust and its nose gets very long and potato-like. ]

Yes, much better.

[realistics]

[She breaks into happy laughter, waving her hand at her ridiculous portrayal.] Nailed it perfectly! A real Picasso!

[ikols]

[ The vision dissipates with a twinkle, most of his attention happily buoyed by her upbeat mood. ]

If I tell you you're beautiful, please do your very best not to swoon. It's a business-wise compliment! Be professional, now.