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[So we've been stuck on the poison moon for a couple months now, so a lot of people probably want to get away from that.

Unfortunately, the only place you really can get away from it besides your own ship is the Iskaulit. So, here's a June Iskaulit mingle!]

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[Oh well. He'll poke around more later, but for now he lets that topic go.]

[He grins whitely for a moment.] You ought not believe everything you hear.

I don't believe everything I hear. [he wasn't that bad, paranoid as he could be at times] Especially with someone who has a reputation as a trickster.

A relief to hear. They are such useful stories.

But just how true are they?

None of them.

And all of them. Depending upon your viewpoint.

[he raises an eyebrow, then finally shrugs a shoulder]

I'm not one for believing stories.

Then you must see very clearly and be puzzled by it all.

[tilts his head, huffing out a noise. A little dryly:]

I'd rather form an opinion of you based on speaking with you rather than stories written by people who may have never met you.

That's all.

[Smile.] And what of those who have known mine?

[Since by that metric, Hank really shouldn't be taking to him at all.]

[he shouldn't, but he's here, and they've had a fairly neutral conversation up until now and their past conversation went well enough, too]

I listen. But I'm still capable of forming my own opinions, too.

[he shrugs a shoulder] Why? Should I not be talking to you?

[Grin.] I am a very bad man, or so I have heard.

[he raises an eyebrow]

So you've heard. [does he not remember it, or is it something in his future or another world entirely? Either way, he doesn't ask] Well, we've been talking just fine. I see no reason to stop just yet.

How kind of you. It has been a nice enough conversation.

[He sighs, stretching.]

I've found such things far more relaxing since I've died. Not having to be on guard at all times.

[. . . what. He can't help but stare for a moment, but that's about the only reaction he gives; he's familiar with people dying in their worlds and coming here - hell, he knew of a few off the top of his head. Why people kept telling him, he has no idea]

Ah. It's tiring, isn't it?

Mmm. There is a cost to being on one's guard, no matter how effortless it might look, yes?

Mm, there is. It's nice that it isn't as necessary here as it is back home. [and with a bit of a joking tone and a smile] It does a number on my shoulders.

I am glad that you have found it to be so. [He certainly hasn't. Stupid Avengers. Though at least he supposes he doesn't have Thanos potentially breathing down his neck. So there is that.]

Mm, well. Your course helps a bit. [it'd be a lie if at least part of his motivation for using it wasn't stress relief]

Hah. I suppose it would. Burn off the excess energy.

I look at it more as a means to maintain my... readiness.

That, too. [he won't lie and say he isn't trying to keep up on things in the event shit goes south. He's been waiting for the other shoe to drop since he arrived - he's going to be ready for it]

At any rate, you are welcome. [Since he's been using the place generally as intended. Loki nods turns to head for the start of the course.]

Heh. Thank you. [for all that he had issues with his mutation, he did appreciate the course and the challenges it gave him. It was a lot better than what he had previously] Do you mind if I stick around to watch?

[Loki laughs as he strips off his coat.] What price shall I set on such entertainment?

[dryly] That's up to you, I think.

[Really, he'd been waiting to see if that would scare Hank off.]

A very minor sort of favour, perhaps.