[Vegeta, however, does not sit- he'd prefer to stand, as is. He does take the mug, sipping from it, without a single thank you. The hand extended out in front of him is ignored though, a lazy eye glancing down at it with disinterest.

If he'd been in a "good" mood for what would be considered good for the irritable Prince, he might of taken it. But as it stands, Loki has annoyed Vegeta to no end, thus leaving the god with an empty palm hanging in midair, while he continued to sip on the tea.]

Quit calling me Vegetable! I am Vegeta, Prince of all Saiyans. And you've already told me your name, God of Mischief. [He peers at Loki from over the rim of the mug.]

And what kind of moron do you take me for? You, a god? I could squash you underneath my thumb! [He doesn't have very good manners when it comes to this kind of thing, nor does he believe in gods.]