Of course not, I was making a point but you're too captain-y right now to prove me right.

[ Loki's body-language telegraphs his annoyance clearly, chinning a hand at Chris over the table. Gods know what that short-haired guard-dog that Chris arrived with is thinking on the periphery, Loki imagines froth at their chin like that of Garm the Hel-Hound. ]

You don't seem overjoyed to see me.