The glimmer of light was enough to made Dane hesitate. It was easy enough in certain circumstances to dismiss such things as imagination. But not here, not this close. Not what what Dane had already started to suspect. The name, the strange sensations. It was enough to stun him to silence, openly gaping.

Then came that command. Kneel. He practically dropped to his knees from standing, the softest moan escaping his lips. It shouldn't have excited him so much. This man...this god before him could be planning to do any number of horrible things to him. And yet he felt his cheeks flushing as arousal crept up through him. His imagination had so often entertained fantasies about all that magic could accomplish, but it had always been pure fiction. And here it was.

His chest rose and fell, visibly, fighting down the urge to apologize, just because he was told he should. When Loki spoke again, he had an out. A sly sort of smile crept onto his face. "Why should I apologize?" He asked, sounding as cocky as he could manage. "I'm not sorry." Trying so hard to communicate that he did truly and honestly want Loki to go as far as his heart desired. There was something rather poetic in it, sacrificing himself to a god.