[In the bar, Loki shakes his head and goes to find where he put his wine glass. To the bar in general, he comments, jerking his chin toward the runes he drew on the door frame:]

When you want him to be able to walk back in through the door, wash that off.

[Meanwhile, back with Garrosh, the illusion's grin goes toothy.]

Oh you mortals and your good and evil. It's cute.

You're a bit of a mess. Best have that seen to, brave slayer of innocent furniture.

[Insults only having meaning if he cares in the least about who speaks them.

The illusion breaks apart into light.]