( The blood on Dante's hands catches his eye as he waves it, and Loki rolls his eyes before flitting a surge of green towards the sticky red mess. It disappears in an instant, followed by neat stitching that mends the slit in Dante's shirt, which he's only doing because he'd rather not be seen wandering around with a man who looks a mess.

There. Now he definitely doesn't own him anything. )

A shop?

( Loki raises an eyebrow. )

And what exactly is it you're planning on selling?