"He didn't so much fall out of the sky as grow out of a vehicle, and I will have a drink, thank you," Loki said, assessing the room as if he'd never seen it before. He turned his attention on Evan, then, watching him move past so close with savage pleasure. There was no denying that Louis had good taste, particularly now that Evan was cleaned up, and most of the poisons purged from him. Loki could almost taste the possibilities, just out of reach, and the scepter's quiet sing of power drew his attention. Yes, he could have him, any way he wanted.
"Of course I couldn't," Loki said, watching Evan walk into the kitchen, and trailing a few short steps behind him. "You've apparently put me high on your list of concerns - it was the least I could do to do the same for you."
He stood in the doorway, watching Evan, waiting patiently for his drink as if he hadn't just conjured up chaos and destruction a half mile away, as if they were old friends. "You are cool," he observed. Those snake oil eyes were sharp and also far away, unmistakeably ungrounded. "Not upset to be denied your lover's presence?" He paused, then shrugged. "I say 'lover'," he said, with a small sneer. "I was beginning to think you'd never get that far without a little encouragement. But never fear, you won't have to worry about him anymore."