” People usually take me out
before they start getting handsy. ”
The bemused lilt in his voice spoke levels of nonchalance. Too bad it didn’t keep him from being acutely aware of the lines crossed. Off the top of his head, the billionaire couldn’t recall ever having particular qualms about his personal space, or whoever happened to find themselves within it. The scars, like the reactor, were something else.
— difference being he’d tinkered with the ins and outs of the nightlight in his chest to the point where he knew it’s every detail, but he’d avoided laying a hand on the scars for so long as they’d marred his skin.
” Well, seeing as how I have a little free time,
and more than a little surplus in the alcohol department,
I’d say I can risk a small fortune in imports. ”
” Planning on sticking around?
I can break out some tunes.
I’m thinking we skip the modern crap
and put on some Black Sabbath. ”
"I like to push boundaries."
The more that Tony let him push the more Loki wanted to do. There were no lines that the trickster wouldn’t cross if he wasn’t going to be stopped. “You aren’t exactly protesting too much.”
Removing his hand the trickster retrieved the bottle he’d been served from and checked the label while Tony went on about his music. The noise would serve as a distraction, a reason to avoid conversation for now and his silence was a mute agreementto the idea.
"I don’t understand how you can get drunk off of only one bottle of this. Even less for some mortals."