Turning on Netflix with magic is hardly going to break the sorcerous bank. Anyway, you're my backup witch tonight, so it's fine.

[ It's with a yawn that he hooks an arm around Billy's waist to attempt to drag him closer, playful in the absence of his moodiness; Billy banished that glum outlook with tickles and now he has to deal with a spirited Loki who wants more of his attention, heartened to seek it out.

The remote is declined. ]

You choose.