Loki prides himself on being hard to categorize; it wouldn't hurt his feelings were he aware of Gortash's wondering. He could find things to appreciate about being mistaken for any of those races. He might even prefer them all to what he really is.

"Unmasking," he echoes, with a faint hint of amusement creeping into his voice. "When the most mysterious among us seem to be without masks at all."

It's a pointed commentary, but it seems unlikely Cordelia hears him. It seems unlikely she's listening at all, in fact, though looks can deceive. The more fool Loki, perhaps, for trying to win a staring contest with someone who's not even competing. He sighs and refocuses on Gortash, because at least he's paying enough attention to speak to him. "This is a loaded question, but are you finding any enlightenment here? I most certainly am not."