There’s a low chuckle that’s threatening to escape his lips at any moment as he dips his head to the side; of course, since she’s been able to she’d been doing the right thing.
“Why th’act? Got a heart big as th’day is long ‘n don’t say y’don’t ‘cause you’re changin’ those kid’s lives.”
With a heavy sigh, she brushes strands of alabaster hair from her face. Of course he’s going to prod at her personal life when it isn’t any of his business in the first place.
“Don’t make assumptions about me. One kind act does not a good person make.”
He takes a moment to let his gaze wander behind her as before he removes the sunglasses adorning his visage and takes small steps toward her.
“Secret’s safe with me, if y’tell me how long.”
A groan, she makes no attempt to hide her contempt for answering his questions. It’s nothing short of blackmail, after all. For the sake of sated his curiousity she supposes there’s no choice but to answer.
"As long as I’ve been running the company. What of it?“
“It may surprise you upon discovering my name but yes I am telling the truth.”
"Mm it would have been an idea… It is a pleasure Elsa. Loki, just Loki.”
"Of course you are… what do you wish to know?”
“Loki.”
She’s not even going to bother to question it – no point, really. If she can be a literal ice queen why can’t he be a chaotic god? Life is funny like that.
“So. Sunlight. Actually a thing or no? I imagine the garlic bit is pure fabrication.”
“Nor do I, but we must sometimes make exceptions.”
“I shall, but if you continue to insist that I am playing at vampirism I shall have to do something about it.”
"Fine. You’re telling the truth. If only to keep you out of my personal space.”
“I probably should’ve gotten your name before insulting you, hm? Very rude of me. I’m Elsa Vygotsky. Elsa is fine. I don’t suppose you’re open to questions about said vampirism. I am a bit curious.”
A kiss wasn’t always affectionate. In the case of Elsa Vygotsky, they could ( on occasion ) be done out of spite. Really. How presumptuous could someone get. Moriarty took arrogance to a whole new level and she knew quite a bit about acting like you were much better than anyone you ever encountered.
He was well dressed, much like herself. Her own slender fingers wrapped about his tie to tug him nearer. Her left hand tracing the collar of his suit. Typically she made every attempt to keep herself warm. Not to bring a chill to others — she made no such effort here. She suspected for Jim this would be much like sticking your face in a freezer.
Which was ρєяƒє¢т.
A faint smirk tugged at the corner of her lips as he exhaled and his breath swirling in a misty grey cloud. Only when she was content that she’d made the atmosphere frigid enough to truly enjoy the chill she was bringing to him did she press her own cool lips to his. She may have overdone it just a little. Lowered her own temperature so much that the warmth that came from him prickled like needles the nearer she got.
She made no flinch or move to show it. Pulling away after a moment, releasing her grip on both his collar and his tie. “Hope you carry chapstick with you, sweetheart. You’ll probably need it.”
