[Did that tea just...? Loki's eyes narrow as he watches the cup his older self is holding.

Anger.

Even though his face shows a broad smile and the tone of his voice is awfully pleasant, Loki knows better. His older self is absolutely furious.

And that is good, in a sense, because now Loki knows all he needs to know. He ignores the words coming from his older self's mouth and shifts in his chair to look at Luke.]

So be it, Luke Skywalker.

Yet, I shall refrain from apologizing, I sincerely hope you understand that.

I have no desire to damage the friendships my older self rather does not have.