The presence leaving, the shadow of Thanos's memory disappearing with it, gives Loki a chance to breathe and reassess. He almost wishes he hadn't. Solar was gone. Leia was... changed. The enemy's tool again.

He registers the officer's words numbly and almost accepts. Capture is no more than he deserves for such a failure. Why should he be spared when his companions weren't?

But he shakes himself. They've learned something. Leia's with D-Force like they had originally planned, if in a very different way. If she can be broken out again- and he has every reason to think she can be- she can provide more insider information. Maybe even be a mole on the inside. If he gives up now, none of the others will know what happened here. Their loss will be for nothing.

He grins, slowly, with a teasing mirth he doesn't feel at all, and starts to gather power in one upraised hand. It's unformed at the moment and likely to backfire on all of them if he's interrupted and loses control. A threat. His other hand, behind his back, weaves a spell he's been working on. His flight spell. At the moment, it's more of a weightlessness spell, but it should be enough to give him a boost up the buildings. Up is a good escape route, and viable now.

"What do you offer me," he drawls, "to not throw this at your feet?"