Loki takes the verbal jab well and laughs. "I had little choice," he points out dismissively. His hand travels lightly over his skin, moving upwards. He presses two fingers on the exact spot he used the 'brainwash stick.'

"Yet effective, for my purposes," he says more seriously, his eyes darkening. "Most effective on you," he adds and presses with those two fingers. "You felt the peace it could bring," his voice comes out airily. He speaks from experience from on both ends of the spear. He leans in closer, still pressing firmly with his fingers. "You embraced it," his breath coming against his ear.