Perhaps that was it. He sighed, closing his eyes for a moment knowing that no matter how exhausted or high he was, he could never conjure up this place, these circumstances solely in his mind. He would’ve clung to a reference to reality for dear life, but there was no trace of it here. Either he’d gone absolutely, entirely mad or this was everything it seemed.
He paused for a moment before launching into his two biggest questions about what he’d just seen. “Loki. I see you’re very self-satisfied, particularly when it comes to the art of illusion and deception. Bearing that in mind… who was that man in the beginning and what did you use to project it?” His tone was that of an exhausted parent talking to an errant child, too beyond their wits to reprimand them but curious as to what they’d done this time. He couldn’t have known it was Loki himself, after all, the man looked like a stranger to him and then Loki had appeared on the screen like a student film completely lacking in continuity.
“Why was it edited like that? Or are you going to tell me that it was you and you're some sort of a... demon or the like, taking the shape of whatever you please? You know that won't go over well without some further explanation, don't you?”