Hearing the way he was spoken to, whatever smile Loki carried quickly disappeared. Looking angered for the first time since arriving on Alnilam, he stepped closer to Marco, letting his cane slide down his hand before firmly gripping it again so that he held it in the middle. "Have you any clue who it is you are speaking to?!" he hissed, the contempt in his voice obvious. "I am above you in ways you cannot possibly comprehend!" Standing close to Marco, he pressed the head of the cane against his chest, turning Marco's eye blue as the effects took hold. "Know your place. You are little more then cattle to be herded..." Loki stated, stepping back. "Kneel before me. Acknowledge your superior."