Loki looked around the room. The other one had thrown the chair, so he could just as well pick it up. Instead, he retired behind the bar to straighten up there. He had, after all, played the barman for the three of them.

"I don't mind the jacket this way," he told Gabriel. "And the wounds are going to heal. It's not been that long since I've had an Apple myself. Apart from that - I don't see how I would explain them to anyone. You could repair that, though." He gestured at the leg of his trousers, which had been bitten through by the wolf trying to get to his own leg.