So it's speed she's after, speed and agility. Loki has both of those in spades, ordinarily. Watching the varying levels of skill in the other skaters still makes him wary, and he considers countering by asking if she's trying to tire him out, but he dismisses that out of hand. That doesn't speak well to his stamina, and in truth, three laps around this space is well within his ability. At least, it would be without wheels strapped to his feet.

"And if I lose?" he asks, turning to her again with that same intent stare coupled with a little thoughtful smile. "Will I merely slink away in disgrace, sent away, never to approach you again?"