[Loki blinks, bringing his attention back to Billy.]

Deserve. [His lips twist in the parody of a smile.] Now that is a pretty lie. It feels nice to think the despised deserve to suffer, to rage that the innocent face cruel fates they don't deserve. It's all the same, hot and red.

[He shakes his head.]

My purposes are my own and will remain that way. Perhaps lives deserve an explanation, but even more they deserve to not be wasted.

[He grins, a sudden flash of his teeth.]

I'm a bad, bad man, Billy. Content yourself with that.