[ well don't you look like you've been dragged through Hel and back. not that Tony cares, nope, not even a little. he is more concerned that now there are two Loki's and you-- well you don't seem nearly as sane as the one he is familiar with and that is more than a little terrifying.]

Are you offering to compose it, Silvertongue? Surely since you're so good at that lying bullshit you should be able to come up with something.

[ there is a languidness to Tony's posture, a false kind of calm as he watches this version of Loki through the screen. he is taking notes, watching the way the god twitches and moves, as if he might be able to figure him out. ]