[ He rises to steal a peck on the lips, ears twitching this way and that to pick up the sounds on the ship before they flatten for Chris to pet and the black fur on top hides them against his hair. His tail snaps back and forth, a bushy worm writhing in excitement, pleased with Chris's reaction. ]

Something to think about on that boring bridge, isn't it?

[ No whiskers, no claws or sharp teeth. Loki lets Chris investigate as he pleases. ]

My helm has the shape of a fox's head on it, this is the animal I've always been as others come and go. I didn't think you would like a snout of fangs right up against your dick, though.