[Outwardly, Loki met that look with his own hard mask, offering no quarter nor hint of it affecting him. Inwardly was another story, as he tried to remind himself that Gamora had proven herself to be a friend. He really didn't want to hurt her.]

In theory, you could--just as I could, if we get our wishes and aren't just stuck in this place as some kind of alternative to the afterlife.

[Shot back just as evenly, almost an instinctual response before Loki shook his head, and turned away.]

...lashing out at you gets me nowhere. I'm sorry.

[Ever mercurial, though as of late his moods had been far more stable. She was not his enemy, and if he were to fight and hurt, he wanted it to matter. To be at the rightful target.]