Loki noted the eye roll with a modicum of amusement, he was ruffling Hammers feathers and enjoying it immensely. He sat back while the man answered the phone, he took the time to focus his attentions inward and check on how the game was going. While he was able to have several copies of himself at once, he couldn't keep all his focus on them at the same time. To describe it in a way anyone might understand it would be that he was the trunk of the tree and each of the branches a clone. Each branch flowed in their own way, still part of the whole tree but an independent limb just the same. The clones would act just as he did and he would be aware of their movements and decisions, however sometimes in order to focus on his own task he had to suppress his awareness of them to get the job done. A slight frown marred his brow, barely noticeable but there as he focussed.