Loki shrugged. "I was curious," he said. "What were you doing here? Did you take a wrong turn on your way to the bar?"

He didn't bother shaking her off, figuring she would let go of him when she wanted to. He started moving forward, more interested than intimidated. The world seemed to be burning, that strange heat he had first sensed on arrival suddenly pressing in on him. While the fog had been quiet and passive, the world around them now seemed to bleed violence. His fingers itched.