Loki did not care much for punctuality. Unless of course someone was to meet him at a specific time, then it seemed to matter a little bit more. So he took his time to change, to sort his hair, to see to it that everything else was in order before making his way to the address he had been given by Preya's newest arrival.
Hearing the sound of the violin upon his arrival, he simply stood outside and for a moment, listened. Whomever was inside was playing the instrument, that much was evident from the way each tiny missed note sliced the air and each sorrowful minor note set a tone for the mood of the player and the room he was about to walk into. Was the player indeed the man he was to meet or someone else? It was an interesting thought.
He knocked and waited. Upon hearing the man shout through the door, a slightly amused smirk lifted his lips. He stood with his hands behind his back, his stance tall. And by the time Sherlock answered the door, his expression was near enough blank, save a mischievous look in his bright green eyes. He walked in silently, and watched Sherlock, listening to what he had to say, studying the way he moved. He closed the door behind him and walked into the living room. Taking note of the chair with the violin nearby, it was wholly tempting to simply walk over and sit down in the chair but there was no need in showing dominance just yet. Yet.
Was he so eager to please? Did he know who Loki was? Loki smiled to himself at the announcement of missing spoons. Was this strange little man always so awkward? So uncomfortable? What was he waiting on? Approval?
Deciding he would much rather explore the room, he walked around slowly, studying each item on display. "Thank you..." he began in a somewhat dragged out way. "For inviting me into your home..." he added, glancing around himself. "And for the tea... of course" he added, with a slight smile and a gesture with his hand back towards the tray. He stopped by the violin and reached out a hand to touch it delicately.
"You wished to speak to me regarding Preya, I assume, judging from our conversation..." he asked, turning his attention back to Sherlock. He smiled slightly. As if he were warning Sherlock.