[Loki spends little time in public places on the Barge; he'd rather be alone and in private. As the Barge has precious little space for privacy, normally that means he's in his own cabin and not to be seen by anyone.

But the Marquis is lucky today, and he's managed to find Loki outside of his cabin. He's on the deck right now, sitting in the garden against the stars. The leaves are black around him, silhouetted in the bright heatlamps. He sits, back straight and tall, on a bench. He's got a narrow stick of black chalk in his hand and an expensive-looking book of blank vellum pages on his lap. In the book he seems to have been chalking strange symbols, curving or angular, often complicated, and surrounded by minute notes. But he looks up and places the chalk down between the pages as the Marquis approaches. He does not look belligerent, but his expression is closed and alert. He stares into the other man's face.]

I do not believe I have had the pleasure.