It was as if Loki was mentally stuck between two places. The one where he had helped his brother, even he had faked his own death, and the other where he wanted to build up an army and take over Preya, claiming at his own. And yet he could not forget everything he had went through before arriving in Preya. He had been helpless once already and it had cost him dearly. He refused to be so helpless again.
"Perhaps I should..." he replied, turning his head to gaze off at the skyline. He had only just remembered his drink, sitting on the table beside him, now cold. He had asked for Turkish apple tea. It sat there is a delicate little glass with a small handle, sitting in a glass and brass saucer. The metal on the glass and saucer were made to look like gold. Pretty filigree shining against the golden liquid.
"Did you come to reminisce? To gloat?" he asked, still not looking at her. His fingers twitched slightly, one hand resting on the table. She hadn't exactly given him an answer. At least not one he was satisfied with. He wondered why hadn't just attacked him. Taken away to be locked up. He knew he could attack. Create an illusion. And while a part of him wanted to, the other held him back.