There had been no guilt, but there had been a want to see if this situation was reversible, before - a willingness to cooperate with any plan Loki could engineer, let him know what exactly had happened. But when the god stirs and finds his powers muted, has no choice but to look with eyes widened with startled adrenaline at him...

Hannibal feels a rush of power, the thrill of the taunt, and his head tilts upwards slightly, tilts sideways so he seems to be studying a specimen. "I've merely done as instructed. What have you done to deserve a bounty on your head, my fallible god?" His voice is slow in enjoyment of the words, tone dangerously playful.