He hadn't quite been sure what to expect after the failed display of conjuring a wall before, something more along the lines of very impressive telekinesis maybe. So Constantine is entirely unprepared as a portal opens and Loki manages to pull the entire bleeding wall through it.

"Christ," he mutters, still staring at the wall and then at the tarpaulin. Nothing like a god to make the 'petty dabbler' part of his remarks about his own magic feel accurate.

Carefully, he reaches up and prods the tarp. Solid. Bloody hell. "You really are the real deal. Loki, god of mischief and all that. Christ I could do with a smoke."