[Loki turns his wrist in her hand, gasping her fingers tightly. She is strong, for a mortal, but he is Asgardian in constitution and power.]

You do not. You were born here, how could you know the customs of Asgard?

[He's openly contemptuous now, openly angry as she continues to prod and taunt where it hurts him most.]

Disgusted.

[He snaps, holding her gaze with no small amount of fury.] I may be monstrous, but I am not weak.