[ An inability to speak lies leaves Loki free to select certain truths, although those he uses say more than he intends; but, better the devil he's aware of. ]
Wow. [ Startled into laughing, Loki wraps a towel around his hips. Deliberately low? Maybe. ] What sort of boy do you think I am, Kaplan?
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Wow. [ Startled into laughing, Loki wraps a towel around his hips. Deliberately low? Maybe. ] What sort of boy do you think I am, Kaplan?
[ Go on. So offended, hmph. ]