Loki spins the staff, smacking the projectile aside with a sonorous clang that echoes itself when it hits the asphalt and bounces to a stop. Then he spreads his arms wide and half-bows, eyes piercing under the brow of his helm. It's all mocking, almost daring the man to rush and tackle him in his current condition.

"If that's what you wish to believe," he replies innocently, his mouth still bared in that going-for-your-throat grin. "If you're honestly contented with your lot at and in this present, then please, pay me no mind."

Straightening himself, he returns the staff to the ready position and continues, dripping gentility and manners. "Of course, if you aren't of a mood to do business, I suppose you won't begrudge me ending this. I am terribly busy of late." And with that, he lunges forward.