Well. At least Allumin really hasn't changed, hm? The wine already gone, going slowly to pieces. Perhaps the suggestive comment had been just a little out of line, but it had been an experiment, a little probe. It had ended as expected...and when Allumin looks to his neck, perhaps getting the faint peek of leather just over the line where his robes end and his skin begins.

A flash of those vibrant eyes let Allumin know that he saw him looking.

When Loki begins to speak, however, he turns his attention again, the picture of grace and manners. "I was a warlock - I've lost my magic completely. But I still have my trade and my wits." He doesn't laugh at the story about the book, but he does nod. "He's a great deal stronger than most wizards I know."

Hm. The question.

He considers sending Allumin out there to dance, letting him come up for air a moment with his friend, but before he can fully think it throu-

"If Allumin does not mind, I haven't had a dance yet this evening."