[ So, she likes wolves. He lets that comment sit and remembers it for later, keeping his replies carefree and light as hers show some traction in substance he can't see; he remains a little airy but with no intentional impropriety, a willow to her oak. ]

I'm still wearing mine, I hope. [ The phone is held at arm's length to show off the green shimmer of Loki's scalemaille. He laughs with a glance to the side, dismissive, as if what can be seen is the only armour he owns, a pretty smile in place. ] Back to the topic of your splendid skill in embroidery! Will you work with me or decline the job? It's a gift for my brother who is never in any rush to do anything, so you could take your time.