Loki banished the illusion she'd been talking to and released the invisibility on his real self - disappearing from one place and appearing in another. The conversation had been more than long enough that he'd been able to completely reorder himself, presenting a thoroughly unmussed image. "I'm a practical man, Bo. There's nothing for me in gossip, and I may realize some benefit in keeping your secret at some point."

A little telekinesis started re-stacking the books that had been scattered in their not-quite-play, and Loki moved to stand nearly in the place his illusion had been. The best way to play this, at the moment, seemed to be 'nodding in the direction of the alleged professional.' "I meant what I said, though. No one who's getting everything they need gets desperate enough to grab whatever happens to be in front of them. This time, it was me and you were lucky. You're not going to be lucky forever."