Well. Now he's in for this, he supposes. Allumin is all too ready to step back and let them have a moment, which seems natural. A moment for him to calm, more than likely. Or drink. Probably drink.

He nods a little to Loki's assertions of what he knows of magic from their world - satisfied with him knowing the basics, he simply replies, "I see. If you have further questions I would be amenable to answering them. I've given talks on the topic academically."

Diabhall watches Loki reach out, touch Allumin, playful and sweet - and of course, it's lovely that he has friends, now isn't it? But when Loki bows and he bows in return, there is a quickening of his blood, something that makes him lift his chin and reply, coolly:

"I will lead."

He takes the hand, firmly but gracefully, walking Loki towards the dancefloor.

Not looking at Allumin.