"Good nighttime, human. The name's Loki. Loki Blackthorn."

He bites his finger, sits down on your sink and starts to mix his dark-red, almost black blood, with the one in the glass you left for him, yawning sleepily.

"Soo, why did ya summon me, human? I may fulfill you one wish, not more not less. Rules: I only fulfill the interesting wishes. Payment is already done."

Loki smirks slyly, licking and sucking on his wounded finger. He then begins to polish his long nails with the blood.

"So?"