Loki wanted to be helpful -- at least a little bit, but he was momentarily distracted by the version of himself that Stephen had named. It was hard not to judge the armor (although it wasn't bad) or the helm that he wore -- it reminded Loki of times long past, and was, admittedly a bit too horny for him. Even now in casual clothing he wore the little golden headpiece. It wasn't subtle, but it was certainly more fashionable.
When the two Loki's tore their gazes away from each other, it was to both look at Stephen. Now on the ground, apparently. "Really?" Loki asked, green eyes bright. He didn't know or recognize the other man, Kaecilius, but he looked like he shouldn't be particularly difficult to dispatch. So, in a blink, he teleported over, stole back what was rightfully his and then both he and Stephen were some several feet away. "Well," he said after a moment, once he'd gotten Stephen back to his feet. "This is interesting."
Was it as interesting as redecorating with million dollar paintings? Loki was uncertain.