Loki, who is busy retrieving and cleaning his knife in a rather dramatic swoop, rises from the body he's knelt over and glances out across the room. Alexandrie is being suitably dramatic and, given the circumstances, a bit of drama seems to be merited. When the little wild elf's hand goes up, however, so too do his eyebrows.

He knows Alexandrie quite well and the sound of determination in her voice is not to be trifled with.

He is going to have a wild elf wedding. How...unexpected.

"Gods' we don't have to strip down and dance naked do we? Apart from the company...the remaining company, that is, even I would object to dancing over corpses."

Though he would certainly claim to have done after the fact.