He had felt the 'attention' before Hanz even mentioned it. Usually when someone looked at you like they wanted to see you keel over dead was something you could feel even without any kinds of powers. Loki glanced over his shoulder and sighed - in a surprisingly non-dramatic and reserved manner. He hated the fact that people looked at him like that. "Oh, that's just my innate charm. Just hope none of it rubs on you." He adjusted his crown - that was what he had decided to call his headpiece so now a crown it was - and turned properly to face Sybil.

Loki moved his hands behind his back and took hold of his left wrist while casually walking closer to the girl - stopping a good few paces away. He smiled faintly, like someone had told just a bad enough joke, or something such. "I would have words with thee. For thy gaze dost give us a certain feeling of unease. We do wonder why ye folks doest so often give us such a stare. Have I perhaps insulted thee or perhaps thine family by my presence?" He tilted his head slightly to the left. "Or is it perhaps due to some other me? A villain who doth not exist in this time or place? Dost it give thee the right to judge us? Just because some other me is a villain - though I do admit that my research does indicate that awfully many me's have been a villain in different timelines and such." The green clad fellow paused for a moment, as if to gather his thoughts. "Still I ask from thee. Does it make me a villain just because so many of us have been villains? My answer to thine wordless question is nay. I say to thee nay and I say nay to villainny." Loki coughed a bit nervously and managed a little grin while moving his hands away from behind his back. "Uh... just wanted to get that out of my system, ok?"