Despite the lack of actual show, which Loki wasn't expecting anyway, he watches Dane undress closely just to see what exactly he's gotten for the evening. It's enough to give him warning, at least, somewhere between hesitation, smile, and the tensing of muscles in a way they shouldn't be; enough to get his hand up, green flickering around his fingers, as the offending clothing falls to the floor an inch or two short of ever hitting him. More warning, and he wouldn't even have needed the light show, but as it is- well, it's out now, isn't it?

"I think you should kneel," he says, tone still conversational, but the suggestion heavier than he's let himself get so far. Now they're alone, and he can be sure there's nothing literally up Dane's sleeve, subtlety can be put aside a little more. "And then- perhaps if you're apologetic enough, this doesn't have to go any further."

He looks down at his nails, letting the small illusions he's been keeping up fade. Not many, just enough to make the green of his eyes a little duller, hide the fact his nails are naturally black, but now he doesn't need them either. Only after a moment does he look back up, when he's sure he's made his point on Dane's relative importance right now. "Or are you the kind of person who'd rather see how far I'm willing to go, Dane?"