[ His fingers lace with Billy's as their breathing returns to normal in a Narnian field and Loki's smile touches his eyes as he grins up at the relentless, sweet young man fussing above him. ]

Yes, I call a draw too. Can you teleport us into the lounge? I don't have the strength and this fake grass is awfully hard on my coccyx.

[ Like the ground really belongs to a library or something. Note to self: assist Billy with projecting wholesome illusions. ]