Lucifer's lips twitched as Loki leaned forward slightly, the green glow casting sharp shadows over the Trickster's angular face. The faint clinking of chains echoed in the vast chamber as Loki tilted his head, his gaze narrowing with curiosity masked by his usual mockery.
"Intrigue, you say?" Loki purred, the words rolling off his tongue with practiced ease. His sharp grin widened as he leaned back again, resting against the stone seat as though it were a throne. "How delightfully vague of you. But I'm guessing you didn't come all this way for a chat about my charms. So, what is it you truly want, Morningstar?"