Rune looked at her. Blinking a bit as she jumped and backed into the window. "What odd reactions humans have..." he said in a puzzled yet impish voice. "me?" he said in amusement. "I am Rune. Son of Aphrodite and Son Of Loki. I am the Norse-Greek god of love, beauty and mischief." he said with a smirk. "Um...that is rather hard to explain to a mortal." he looked at her. "Hahahahahaha the police. Oh yes. Do summon those strangely dressed men. I would love a chance to cause some well deserved chaos." he said. He sighed as she brandished the knife at him. "Really?" he said. Suddenly turning into a whirlwind looking thing and appeared in front of her holding her wrist. "Was your poem that you wrote not..." He then said it word for word. "Were these not the words you wrote that began echoing so beautifully within my ear?" he asked softly. Looking at her. "You don't know who I am...I don't know who you are. I'm not asking you to have sex with me dear mortal. I am asking to know...why you summoned me here." he said. Letting her go and swiped the knife. Burying it into the floor before he whirlwinded back to his original location. "But if you insist on bringing those amusing men in blue...I'd love to be able to have a legitement reason to cause mischief and mayhem."