Galen pauses in what he's doing as Loki comes closer, a little unsettled by that cold smile. He isn't sure he's ever seen anyone look at him that way, and though it doesn't show on his face, it chills him a little.

He looks away, but after a short second, decides that's probably a bad idea -- his eyes dart back to Loki, and he puts his cigarette out on the stone in his hand, listening. Did he just...?

Galen laughs flatly, eyeing the somewhat large stone passing between Loki's hands. "Uh, excuse me?"