Loki tilted his head, and even on a kitten his expression said '...what?'

On the one hand: good. Do what you had to, let sentiment burn to ash. On the other, there was no way that cutting loose the dead weight should cause this level of ridiculous grief. Dead weight was just that, dead. For one insane instant, Loki wondered if perhaps this was what it felt like for people to deal with him: faced with insane nonsense that served no real purpose.

Except, of course, for the fact that he did make sense. With one exception, his schemes didn't involve setting the bulk of his life on fire and running away. And even in the exception, he hadn't cried about it. Clearly, his thrall hadn't sufficiently thought through her plan, whatever it was.

He batted the girl's face again. So what are you getting out of this?