His eyebrows raise, then drop, as he narrows his eyes to re-assess the situation, glancing over the teen once more, lips pursed critically.

"Can't say I have." Haughty.

"Well," he amends, tapping his chin, absolutely facetious. "I know of a Loki, god of mischief, but you're not him. He's twice as old, and twice as creepy."

Although: multiple dimensions, multiple timelines.