He really wanted to quit, but the opium was all that kept the sickness the cold iron induced away. A frown crossed his lips before he glanced out the window and up at the sky. When was the last time he had seen daylight? It puzzled him but made him relax as he gave a soft sigh, "I would like to quit but the cold iron makes me sicker if I'm not on it..." Loki didn't believe he would ever be without the cursed metal about his neck, "Why would you help me?"<br/><br/>It was a thought he hadn't intended to speak aloud but did as he stared at the world he never got to see. Swallowing he tilted his head to the side wondering if he was about to be punished for asking such a question. His previous masters all hated him asking questions but he never grew out of the habit merely learned to suppress the urge. The sigh from the other made him tense slightly as he moved to look at him out of the corner of his eye.