At least his charm still seems to work on some people. Perhaps even a little too well, given the dash, but he follows at his own speed, still very much in control of himself, even if he's been given a few things to think about himself.

He catches up at the elevator, slipping an heavy arm around Dane's waist, raising an eyebrow in mock offence. "Well, I won't be able to do that if you don't wait for me." As the doors open, he guides Dane into the elevator, taking his time. "Is patience a problem for you, Dane? Perhaps I should make sure you get some practice at it..." He gives it just a little kick of compulsion, enough to see where the answer lies.

He probably should wait until they're somewhere private, if he doesn't want Dane to collapse, but part of him is enjoying the reaction he gets too much. He's still a god of mischief, deep down, and this isn't even a very harmful mischief- at least, by his standards. He's not really forcing anyone, and perhaps they'll both have an enjoyable evening- although Loki does intend to make sure he enjoys his half, even if Dane does turn out a little less amenable than he has been so far.