John paused, not sure who or what Loki was talking about or whether it could be considered important, given his state of mind. Looking over his shoulder, however, he saw a (neon pink? Christ!) wolf sitting near the pink chair, looking just about as flummoxed as everybody else. "Oh. 'zat Freki?" he asked.

When Loki just repeated the name, John sighed, hoping he wasn't about to issue a dinner invitation, and whistled softly in the wolf's direction. "Here, Freki. C'mere boy..."