Oh oh! I like that one!
"I prefer Phillip." Loki stated and raised a challenging brow.
The God leant his him against the table and swung the sceptre about like a toy, then with a twist of his wrist the weapon popped out of existence. Probably stored in whatever metaphysical storeroom Loki had stashed somewhere. "Yes" He replied with a frown, what other kind of copies would he want? These mortals and their technology was exasperating sometimes.