I see that your amazing powers of telepathy and empathy are working about as well as I might expect.

Aggrandizing oneself at the expense of another is a rather evil act, I have been told. Enjoy yourself in that.

I need comrades about as much as I need your pity, which is akin to an abscessed tooth. Spare me, please, from your self-stroking about what a good and different Loki you are.

[He shuts his journal.]