Evan knew he was being measured, assessed, and he leaned back casually for the perusal, unperturbed. He did his own measuring in return, though it had the appearance of being extremely casual and unconcerned, as if he was looking at something that didn't matter very much.
"You can't exist without him. You're not real, man," Evan said, the same kind of concern as if he was talking about a skinned knee in his voice. "He can exist without you." He shrugged his shoulders because, hey, he didn't make the rules. "You'll go back to where you came from eventually. We just got to wait it out. Simple." Simple. Unconcerned. Cool.
Evan watched Loki approach, no wince, no drawing back, nothing like fear. He watched the disillusion of the suit with boredom, the appearance of the scepter with something similar in his gaze. "No, you couldn't make me care. You could force me to do something I won't do on my own, but that's not the same thing as making me care. Deep down, I still wouldn't give a shit, man. It would be pretense. And I still wouldn't like licking your skin. It wouldn't be me, and it could be pretty much anyone in the world then." He pointed his cigarette at Loki's face. "Can't have me, and I won't give up on him."