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*Nice car, Coulson. There's a polite knock on the window sill once he finishes admiring it. Looks like someone failed to pass the memo on to Blonsky about Lola.*

Sir?

Nice ride.

[Phil wakes up as soon as the noise hits his ears and he glares while looking rumpled and sleepy.]

Don't touch Lola again.....

[He opens the door and gets out smoothing out his suit and shaking his head.]

What's up?

[Blonsky raises an eyebrow at that. Lola? A smile cracks on his face as he steps back to allow the door room to open, just barely restraining a snort. His smile doesn't really fade even when he's addressed again.]

Your clearance is being requested to land.

[Phil snaps awake and manages a sleepy smile.]

Thank you....don't touch her please.

Not plannin' on it. I know how to respect a man's baby. Got one of my own.

[Phil gives Blonsky his classic "Don't you even," look as he walks into his office and picks up the radio mike.]

St. Thomas this is SHIELD agent 45789 requesting clearance to land for a covert operation.

[He manages to school that grin down to a mild smirk at least, but he's still amused. He follows the agent to the threshold of his office doorway but stays there, giving Coulson at least some measure of respect and personal space. Once he finishes providing his clearance and it's given, he'll speak again.]

So, tell me more about the kid. [Not that he cares, but if he can get more out of Coulson, he'll at least try.]

[He strolls up leisurely and, walking around the car as if to examine the vehicle, he runs a finger across the detail casually and quite purposefully as he walks round it.]

[Almost as if he knows someone is there, Phil snaps awake his standard "Don't touch Lola," about to be said when he sees who it is. He goes pale and his jaw clenches.]

What the hell do you want?

[Phil nods as his clearance is confirmed and then he turns back to Blonsky.]

Skye? Not much to say really, parents were SHIELD agents....field agents. Most of what they did was under lock and key...enough that Skye got her own detail when she was a kid.

Oh? What type, car or bike?

[Ah. So she'd been part of SHIELD for a while. That started to explain why Blonsky of all people was on this newest attack. He really didn't think he'd be brought in for an agent unless they were something special.]

So she'd been doing this for a while...

No actually she fell under the radar....connected with my team on our first case.....She's only level one.

[There's an unimpressed tilt of his head. There are so many things he wants to say, but even he can remember to bite his tongue. He's here at Coulson's whim.]

[smirks] Both. But the car is the one I take the most pride in. Classic muscle.

[Eventually he stops near the passenger door and looks at the mortal now awake, grins, and taps the car with a fingernail twice before removing his hand and clasping it in the other already behind his back.]

Is it too much to come by in hopes for a semi-civilized conversation?

[Phil tugs on his suit jacket trying to pull himself together even while sitting in a car. He fixes Loki with a stare that had most junior agents shaking in their shoes.]

You killed me and now you want to talk.....I have to be dreaming. In case I'm not you have five minutes to explain what you want before I try and kill you so use the time wisely.

I know that look but I trusted my instincts on this one.....she's a good kid......too quick to run off but she's more than proved she's loyal.

[He doesn't look wholly convinced, but he's not pressing for further explanation.]

How's she doing?

Oh what brand is she?

'68 Dodge Charger. Modded, of course.

[Phil whistles in appreciation.]

Of course.....that was a good year for the Charger.

One of the best. [grins] Nice to meet someone who can appreciate it.

Coma...but we have a tip on something that could help her.

Is it tangled up with this? [He gives a brief point to the floor, meaning their mission and him being around, and his target. Because if it does, this might be important for him to know.]

[Phil offers a hand leaning up slightly.]

Phil Coluson nice to meet you too.

[takes the hand and gives it a firm shake]

[A beat, then,] Blade.

[Loki simply smiled.]

I am glad to note you used the word "try"--for it is only accurate. I am not worried about any time limit you may set upon my visit. I shall take my time.

[Phil gets out of Lola stands right in Loki's personal space.]

What....do you want Son of Odin? Play any more games and I'll make you hurt each minute you make me wait.

My, you are adorable when you try to threaten me. It's like one of those tiny little dogs your kind like to breed for some obscene reason...barking up at a giant's dire wolf war-steed. Tiny and cute, and absolutely useless.

[He bent down just enough to put his face at level with Coulson's and bared his teeth.]

And the next time you address me, it better not have that name in it. Do you understand, little mortal? For your sake, I hope you do.

Yes it does.....Quinn and the Clairvoyant might be three steps ahead of us.

What brings you by Blade? I assume someone sent you?

I'd like to point out this useless little mortal tossed you half way across the room with a gun.

[Coluson smirks.]

And I'll do it again if you don't tell me what the hell you want Loki.

[There's an audible sigh from Blonsky as he shakes his head, it's a nearly frustrated sound. Further complications, but he will handle them as he does all his other jobs. With an inhale he straightens back up again and nods.]

Alright. I'll keep that in mind while I'm interrogating the target.

Ah, yes. A gun that was created with Asgardian technology, I would like to remind you. And if you recall: I got up from that encounter. You did not.

What? No. Nothin' like that. I was just appreciating the car. [Actually, he has no idea that Phil is an agent of SHIELD]

[Phil waves at himself and tilts his head at Loki.]

Actually I did it just took a little longer then it did with you. Anything else you want to sass about before I make you get to the point?