Grip instinctively tightening on the haft, Loki quickly rises to his feet as Steve makes his move and the spear goes with him, the blade of it ripping out the way it came. He dances a few paces backward, razor-sharp grin glinting in the dark. He brings the point back up as it drips blood, ready again for whatever the captain may think of next.

"True, I've been known to stretch the truth a time or two," he says with a half-shrug, knowing full well how very much of an understatement it is. "But you've seen what I'm capable of, the power I can command. Temporal sorcery is a much more sophisticated art than most others, but it's hardly an impossibility."

He pauses, cocking his head in feigned curiosity. "But to dismiss such an offer out of hand, without even considering it at all... One would think that there is absolutely nothing that you find yourself missing. No one."