[ He does not flinch, but it is a near thing, hidden under layers of practiced deception. Loki is not surprised that Stark would choose this tact. His lip curls, close to a snarl before he reigns it in once more. Giving ground for anger would mean Stark's words had found a mark. And Loki wasn't keen on losing ground, not lately. Not anymore. A coldness descends upon him, encasing his face. ]

No. That's not what you want. What you want is my suffering, my regret. You want it as currency for my own pit. What good is my regret to anyone? Does it make me a better person?

[ It ends with a hiss. ]

I think not. It changes nothing.