He really, really ought to do something about the... the... wild...tiger...

Pfffffffffft.

"Kitten," Loki snickered. "Oh kitten. You are adorable, the both of you."

Kotetsu barreled through an illusion, meeting no resistance at all. Behind, Loki tried to get himself back on track, since this was supposed to be urgent - always so impatient, mortals, rushing around - but he'd already been working quite hard and was always ready to have levity distract him utterly when it was a task he didn't care about in a truly personal way. Yes, he did need to stop the mortals. No, it wasn't anything that fit into a grander design.

He sent another knife skimming at Kotetsu's back, but his normally dead-on aim was a bit off, thanks to the fact that he was still snickering from under his helmet.

He did, however, treat the two to the same illusion he'd used earlier, if modified. The roar, the impression of something large and scaly and decorated with shreds of the familiar smily-face uniform moving in the hall among smears of blood, before it vanished into one of the rooms.