Such things were his nature. Elegance and grace in his step. He was always the agile one. Quick and slippery, knowing when to strike, where to strike, and how to do it. He was a snake, and those green eyes took in everything. Soaked it all in like a sponge.

This man, a man of time, was just a man in flesh. And Loki had far too great an ego to think more than thus. Perhaps gifted with what lay at his hip, but he were a man, and no matter the status of said man he were simply a man. Like those he fought on Earth, with great power beyond the normal understanding of what a mortal can do, nevertheless were they human. They broke and they bled.

Loki dipped his head, just slight, as he would. And followed forward. "You carry a heavy burden, I feel."