[ He offers a glance down in the general direction o the knife before he returns the smirk with one of his own. It must be another, or Clint is not in possession of his mind once more, to think he could frighten Loki with a lowly knife. ]
Poor form, Midgardian. [ He utters, fingers uncurling around the fabric with a deliberate slowness. ] Cute, however, return your blade or I shall run it through you.
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Poor form, Midgardian. [ He utters, fingers uncurling around the fabric with a deliberate slowness. ] Cute, however, return your blade or I shall run it through you.