"It's not as if there is a formal society for that sort of thing." Loki rolls his eyes at the very idea - some of those idiots that have wormed their way out of the woodwork aren't even worth the condescending glance, much less any actual expenditure of his time.

"You mistake me for someone who cares about performing for an audience." Wrong brother, Darcy, but he doesn't say that. "And that my aim was to kill him at all. It wasn't." A beat. "Not this time, at least." Shrugging a shoulder at the entire affair, he brings his tea to his lips nonchalantly. "I'm hardly surprised. That Coulson is one of the few competents you've surrounded yourself with." He stops mid-sip at that last bit of information. "...Does he now." The gears start whirring even faster than usual as he considers this new variable. Damn. This could become messy.