Loki watched Grim carefully as he disappeared.  As Damion spoke again his attention returned, nodding along with him.  "I think that is a good way to start.  I shall do my part."

Loki nodded quietly, looking from Damion to the city thoughtfully.  "I can't see capturing their families being too challenging.  The should come to us without hesitation if loved ones are involved.  The easier the catch, the quicker we can start taking their keys."  "And the life of the one who put out Jester's" He added to himself.

Loki's tension lightened slightly as he felt the prince's dark flames appear behind him.  At Damion's words a fiery spark shone in the eldest tricksters eyes, while he ran his hand through his hair.  "You had to go.  Looking at the what ifs will not bring him back, pondering that does nothing to progress our position."  At the sound of sebastian's comment, his eyes snapped to the other, hatred in his eyes.  "Taking her key first will happen, and would be the right path in my eyes.  Whether it is easy or difficult, will not matter.  Her key will belong to us, and as soon as her life is not needed to continue....it won't.  I shall take it with my own two hands."  His resolve was firm as he spoke as he settled his eyes back on Damion.

Loki crossed his arms and nodded.  "I had wondered what had kept you, but I guess I cannot say that situation surprises me."  Loki ran his hand through his hair.  "Well you left us to deal with the brat child.  The plan was set in motion......and was carried out.  Though not without several unforeseen complications."  He looked away from Damion as he spoke, looking off into the distance.

Loki's voice came out quiet and as steely as his eyes, none of his teasing air remotely detectable.  He turned towards his room and walked off.  "I will not recoup....and I make them pay in blood."  He walked into the room his door slamming shut behind him.

Loki and Dracon appear back in the apartment.  As they appeared it took all of two seconds for Loki to bury his fist through the wall in a rage.

At Ankur's question Loki's shoulders raised softly.  "I don't know if she will or will not.  What I did will not be the worst of it."  His voice was cold as he spoke.  He nodded as Dracon murmured, and watched the girl do what he wanted her too.  His hand balled into a fist, furious that he couldn't end the brats life with his own hands.....however knowing that the one that killed his brother was the broken guardian in front of them, there was an uncharacteristic hatred in his eyes.