[ Lestat actually puts his hand on his hip at that, unable to resist the instinct to be a brat and shake his head at this ridiculous run around. It scares him a little to think of just how strong this place is, then, if even Loki can't snap himself out of it despite how he clearly wants to. But that doesn't mean he's any less annoyed by it. He's more annoyed at the place than he is Loki, but for now it feels like a general sense of annoyance rather than anything targeted. ]

You're going to feel a real twit later when you realise what a stubborn ass you've been.

[ A sigh, and then he's back to watching Loki's movements as he steps forward, body lithe and guarded as he approaches this great King. ]

You are right, of course; no-one tricks the God of Tricks himself, so allow me to save you any further embarrassment, mon ami. I hope you're as thickheaded as your behaviour is making you seem.

[ Lestat springs forward like a jungle cat, arms coming up to latch onto Loki's shoulders in a movement much too fast for human eyes to catch, his legs coming up to knee the man in the stomach to make him double over just enough that Lestat can headbutt him - hard, but not hard enough to cause lasting damage - in the hopes of finally knocking him out. ]