Loki couldn't stop the rush of pink to his cheeks if he tried. But he can cast a quick glamor and hide it, at least. He turns to eye Volk, going for intimidating, only for his mouth to fall open at the sight of the knife. Well, shit.

Loki snaps his jaw shut and grabs the knife back, disappearing it to his pocket dimension immediately.

"It put up a decent effort. Are you planning on purchasing anything?"

Smooth. Seamless. Clearly he is unbothered by how close he was to handing an inmate a weapon.