This stops Benedict fully in his tracks, such that they are: did Loki just scold him? Some of the wryness leaves his smile, and he glances about, unsure of how to proceed without losing face. (Did he have any to begin with? He likes to think so, and yet--)

He clears his throat with a little toss of his hair. "Can't a fellow enjoy himself in peace?"
There's something very Byerly-sounding about the question, but he fails to achieve even a fraction of the intended mischief. For one thing, he clearly isn't enjoying himself that much.