He could almost heart the notes his heart strings made when plucked and pulled, and they were hauntingly beautiful. The violin was important to him! So many odd little treasures and keepsakes in one room and yet that one single piece was probably one of the most prized. Of course, Loki barely touched it but he didn't need to. All it took was a brief moment and the mental damage had been done. He took his hand away and watched while Sherlock eagerly hurried to lock the instrument away from sight or any further touching.
Loki continued to smile calmly and took a seat opposite Sherlock. He placed one leg lazily up so that his foot was balancing on his knee, and leaned back casually. Comfortably. His expression however, soured somewhat when Sherlock proceeded to begin questioning him.
"This is now why you brought me here, is it?" he asked him, holding back any bile as best he could. It was difficult, however... Thor was in Preya. They had been getting along better in more recent days than they had in a very long time. And since Frigga suddenly appeared on Christmas day, things had grown more complicated and unusual. His Father was an entirely different matter.
He forced a smile once more. "You wished to speak of Preya. I may have answers and I imagine you have questions. We are not here to discuss my Father nor my brother, so if you have questions then ask them, otherwise I will take my leave" he warned, that sly little smile hiding irritation.