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[Another small length of silence ensues before he finally replies.]

Impress me. Win me a favor.

[He hums under his breath and glances around.]

All right.

[With that, he heads for the shooting gallery.]

[Loki follows, hands clasped behind his back and expression neutral as if he were merely going around and inspecting various pieces of artwork in a museum.]

[He watches in silence, expression neutral though bordering on bored.]

Hmm? Oh, name's Hades, Lord of the Dead?

Hi, how ya doin'?

[He pays the guy manning the booth and after missing a couple shots while he gets used to the quirks of the air rifle, he manages a fairly impressive string of targets hit.]

[A light, airy giggle echoing in his ear...and a pink cloud with eyes nearby.]

[Loki makes no comment (though the slightest hint of a smile quirks his lips) as he watches the agent perform. He waits patiently for Coulson to finish.]

Y'know, I should probably be worried that you are here, but I can't be bothered right now. Can you pass me that thing that's next to you?

[ he doesn't even look up from his work, goggles still down, one hand out as he waits for loki to pass him the wrench that is on the table next to him. really it wouldn't be difficult for him to roll his chair over, but hey, if he doesn't have to look away from the suit or the bright blue schematics that are all around him, he won't.]

[He frowns at the sound and turns his head to glance at what caused it. At sight of the most unusual smoke, his brows lift.]

[Coulson finishes his round and sets the rifle down. He shoots the booth attendant an almost apologetic smile before turning to Loki, gesturing at the prizes.]

What do you want?

[Loki just simply tilts his head and smiles sweetly at the agent.]

It's your show. Thrill me.

Fair enough.

[He points to his selection and the barker promptly pulls down a ginormous stuffed snake. Upon receiving it, Coulson hands it to Loki.]

Enjoy.

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Why are you watching me?

I thought perhaps it would be more entertaining; I was wrong.

[Loki glowers at the mortal for the impudence, but seeing as how he is not here to threaten nor being threatened for trespassing, he eventually sighs and looks to his left.]

It would be more efficient if you named the object you desired.

[A simple guess told him it was the wrench the engineer likely wanted (it seemed the most useful tool in the area), but a trickster is a trickster is a mischievous trickster through and through. Instead of the obvious tool he reached out to grab the next closest item to his left, what Loki thought appeared to be some sort of overly elaborate remote control for some device he knew not what nor cared to know, and handed it to the mechanic. Let him fix his twice-damned armor with that then.]

Yeah, but that would be too much like asking and not enough like demanding, and I know how much you love me demanding things.

[ he doesn't even look away from the suit to smirk at loki (perhaps that is for the better, he has already been tossed out a window once for sassing the god of-- whatever he's the god of). he does, however, upon being handed something that is distinctly not wrench like, pull back from the armour and pull down the goggles, leaving a lovely streak of grease in the wake of his hand, and blink at the remote.

seriously. he shouldn't be surprised. heaving a sigh, he raises an eyebrow at loki before he tosses the remote on the nearest table and slowly wheels himself off, dragging wires and scattering schematics as he rolled, hand out and making 'gimmie' gestures towards the wrench.]

Well, at least it wasn't a snake, gotta say I'm thankful for that. Now, the wrench?

[Lord of the Dead, hmm? That could be interesting.]

Well met, Lord Hades. I am Loki of Asgard. [He pauses to consider the nonchalant tone of the question following the introduction, and proceeds then with casual nonchalance of his own.] I am... rather bored at the moment, to be honest.

[Well. Hades did ask.]

[There's a faint pair of eyes hovering in the middle of the smoke. Eyes that look distinctly feminine. And are batting their eyelashes coquettishly. Jeannie thinks she is quite clever hiding like this.]

[The Trickster god attempts to keep a straight face as he watches the selection, but as soon as Coulson turns back around to hand it to him he cannot help but crack and smile widely.]

You know me too well, my pet. [Loki says as he graciously takes the prize. He examines it a bit, plays with it idly, and then eventually slings it over his shoulders. He looks back to Coulson fondly.] Thank you.

Might have picked up one or two things over time.

You're welcome.

I am uncertain whether to be pleased by my pet's astute observation or wary lest he learn too much too quickly. [He teased amiably. He played idly with the snake's tail as he spoke.]

Oh, Loki, I could be around you another hundred years and still be completely in the dark about a lot.

[Loki chuckled.] Well, I am glad we agree on that.

One of those fortunate things where that's the case, apparently.