Loki keeps both the head and pole it was mounted on close at his side, as he goes. His body language is no less princely and controlled than before, but the questing looks from his red eyes are subtler and less devouring. He is still looking and learning, but he has other things to focus on than the immediate tableau of the work going on around him. He listens for stray words, but now that the Baroness no longer commands his attention, Lexoris has it.

"You're different," he murmurs in one of the quieter corridors. "I wonder what it is you see when you look through someone, or something, as you do."

He doubts he'll get an answer, but maybe he'll get a reaction, and it might tell him something new.