"Actually, for once you'd be wrong!" Loki shrugged, rather nonchalantly. "In truth, I fully expected you to have more time than that, I mean he was in the shower and--" He cut himself off rather jaggedly, again turning in his seat to shoot his brother a rather dubious look. "Oh come on, you say these things like I draw nought but mirth from your misfortune!"

Honestly? Yes, perhaps that stung rather more than it should. Yes, he expected that his brother would think somewhat ill of Loki, but to this extent? "I just thought it would be funny, brother, I mean did you see his-- you know what, never mind." 'twas something of a hapless cause at best. Once again, Loki turned to face the right way in his seat, with his arms folded loosely across his chest and look on his face addled with conflict and dejection.

He tricked for laughs, that was just about the long and short of it.

"I enjoy making anyone look the fool, brother, you should know that by now," came Loki's response - level in tone and even more so in mannerism. "You talk as though I have a silent vendetta against you."