Now that's pretty interesting. He doesn't grab for him again, but he does immediately move to Loki's new location, looking positively enchanted. Well... As enchanted as a face like that can look, really. Nothing appears to be totally innocent on Alastor's face, even enchantment ends up looking somehow sinister.

Magic exists in Hell, of course, but that was the thing. In Hell it existed. Not quite so flashy outside of it though.

The handshake was, of course, still accepted, Loki treated to the same way too enthusiastic shake every other person here got from Alastor. Both in all honesty, quite excited now, and also very interested in gauging the mans strength against his own.

"Well how about that, a prince! All sorts here, aren't there? Never thought I'd meet two princes who have a PhD in lying."