[Loki carefully folds his hands on top of his book.

It's not the same, he wants to tell Eugene. Because I made music, when I fell, to keep myself company. At least until I was screaming so loudly I couldn't hear any more.

Too personal.]

I could enchant all of the rocks, if I were in a mood to do so. But I don't tend to bother unless I'm moved to make a gift of it.

[Want me to leave and do that, Eugene? Is this too awkward?]

As you've pointed out, if I want music, I can see to it in the privacy of my home. You needn't concern yourself on my account.

[What doors the man want? To coddle him or drive him off?]