He tilted his head, as if debating whether or not to answer.
Then, casually, as if saying something as ordinary as 'pass the salt,' he said, "Loki."
"Loki?" Rose blinked. "Like the god of mischief?"
He smirked. "I do cause mischief."
"Of course you do," she muttered, sipping her tea. "Fitting name."
He leaned forward, resting his elbow on the table and his chin on his palm. "What? You expected something boring? Like Brad?"
Rose squinted at him. "Honestly, yeah."
Loki chuckled, golden eyes twinkling. "Sorry to disappoint, pheasant."
She didn't reply, but there was a faint twitch at the corner of her lips.
Rose had just finished cleaning up the plates when her phone buzzed. It was a call from Lilith.
She answered with a soft voice, "Hello?"
"Rose," Lilith's voice came through, calm but with a teasing undertone, "I hope you haven't forgotten to buy him clothes yet."
Rose blinked. "What? Why would I—?"
