Before Loki can even manage to do anything more than make an annoyed exhalation, the young man who'd run into him has magicked away the alcohol from Loki's clothes. Not that the stain would have been immediately noticeable, given his prediliction towards darker colors, but sometimes it is the enough knowing an aesthetic has been diminished even if no one else can see.

Instead of saying anything right away, Loki holds his glass in one hand and applauds, quietly.

"Well done." They're roughly the same height and Loki has not missed how short most of the elves in Thedas are, so this young man is probably not from here. Not to mention there probably wouldn't be one at this party if they weren't connected to Riftwatch in some way, and thus most likely a Rifter like himself.