No, sweetheart. [kavinsky grins. two little white fangs descended from his upper jaw.] I stole it from someone else. You did a good job describing, though. You ever thought about writing stories? Singing some epic songs?

[he tosses the apple, catches it again. and then loki can see: there's a worm poking out of the apple, pink as flesh. it's wiggling avidly, trying to escape.]

That was on purpose.