The tension radiating from the other man practically buzzed in the air. Which made sense, Loki supposed. From his perspective, Loki may as well have been personally responsible for his daughter's role in receiving the Gamemaking internship which, although not technically true, was accurate insofar as her training was concerned. He forgot, of course, that Loki had graciously slipped him a warning ahead of time, and it certainly wasn't his fault that Scott lacked the resources to do anything significant with it.
Still. Loki checked his impulse to compliment Cassie's performance. Even if the praise was certainly well-deserved, past Victors rarely wanted to hear about the exploits of Gamemakers. Loki knew all about that particularity from a whole unhappy slew of personal experience. So instead he said, "I do hope you're all right, Mr. Lang. I'm sure you wouldn't be in this side of the hall otherwise." He fixed Scott with a long, hard look. "You wouldn't want people to get the wrong idea about your intentions."
This jab was almost deeper, given their history, but it seemed fairer game than his daughter, and besides, Loki was right. It could almost be considered a warning, really. A reminder that they all had their place here, and spies would not be tolerated on either side. People got in trouble for that sort of thing. Scott should have known that by now.