[It would be a difficult question to answer of anyone, but especially of Loki, whose entire presence in the world as far as Benedict is aware has existed to torment specifically him.

Maybe that's arrogant, but so be it.]

I'm,

[He pauses before he can continue, his gaze going grim and distant,]

...not well-liked.

[Another pause, his eyes cutting to meet Loki's.]

Neither are you, for that matter. At least a version of you.