Hob waits, trying to anticipate what might happen. The show of sudden fireworks gets a soft gasp and then a broad smile. He can't take his eyes off the show of light, which reflects in Hob's gaze.

"Wow. That's incredible." He looks from the popping lights to Loki's hand, but there's no object there making them appear, just Loki's own palm. There's magic, real magic, and then there's the illusions magicians use back home. He knows Loki is no mere magician, but he can't help but test it.

Hob holds his hand aloft, close to the display, but feels nothing. No heat or electricity. Then he touches his fingers to Loki's open palm and strokes to his wrist. No device or wire hidden here, either.