[ inwardly, Sherlock will gloat at the praise. Though that's shortlived, as his brows draw together for the slightest second.

So he wants more?

There's a shrug, though his mind is already working as he takes a step forward. Two steps, as he clasps his hands behind his back. Normally, this deduction alone would've unsettled a person.

But not this one. It was borderline infuriating. A blink. ] It tells me what type of person you are. Its use is negotiable.

[ He pauses, straightens, if only because he was actually enojoying the challenge. ] You asked what I saw.

[ A snort. Alright, he'll have a go at his insecurities too then. You asked, Loki. ] Your pride comes from your upbringing, and thus, supposedly, you hold some form of power; your arrogance and posture come from having something to prove. But you wouldn't care about what the public thinks. You're detached. [ A blink, a beat. ] No. Search for a closer link. That leaves family. Father issues? Siblings?

[ He stops his pacing, studying the other man's face again. ] Both? But what do you have to prove?

(ooc; is Loki in his Asguardian dress? ;; or, like a suit? )