Loki had opened his mouth. It was a brief motion because the surprise that the rugged man's words brought him, let him stop shortly. "Not be stabbed would be a start!" He halted and when started to initiate his body's healing. As always, when he had used the energies connected with the stone, it took a while longer. But muscles were slowly rebuild and eventually skin grew on top. "You came into my home." He held his arms open to notion to his surroundings. The room itself was relatively empty. Wooden floor. White walls. A desk at the end. Books were spread out in it. But that was it. It was the room he went to when he was practising. Somewhere he couldn't do much damage. "And then had the indecency to stab me. This is by far the lousiest assassination attempt I have witnessed so far. I am dead. How is this supposed to do anything?" With that, he pulled the knife out of his chest, just before the wound underneath was starting to close.