[Loki grins at her. Ikki is his, mentally cataloged as a possession by the spirit that had taken him so thoroughly. Therefore, someone to play with and perhaps convince, as no spirit had taken her yet.

Children, no matter how kind, still have a chaotic nature beneath it all; perhaps that is one reason Loki has always liked them.]

Hello, Ikki. I have, and it's ever so fun.

Would you like to come along?