I walked the undignified cage that SHEILD stuck Loki in. I pulled up a chair. Loki gazed at me with a bored yet intrigued expression.

"What do you want?" he asked as though I was beneath him. I rolled my eyes.

"I thought we could talk." I replied. I thought Loki just needed a good influence.

"Talk?" he questioned, the tone in his voice indicated condescension.

"Yes. Talk. Verbal exchange of ideas and, or information. Converse. Chat. Speak. Chatter. Communicate. " I replied, adding superiority to my tone.

"I like you. You have spunk. Why do you wish to talk with me?" He asked, a smirk on his face that turned to curiosity and lonely sadness deep within that was covered. As a neko, I can pick up on emotions.

"Well, I believe everyone has good and bad inside tem. they just choose which one they act upon. I wan to help you find the good inside. Well that and you seemed lonely." I answered calmly.

He smirked and scoffed. I realized we would get nowhere. His snide comments and smirks were intriguing to me, so I talked with him. I knew that there was good in him. Maybe he just needed some one who wanted him to try to be his good influence. I was willing to be that person.