[ He almost laughs at the question delivered to him like he's being taunted. There's a familiar note in the way Loki purrs it out, not quite like he might offer a threat but in the same vein of implying more than he's actually asking. Steve eyes the god above him, then rolls his hips up, a sharp, short jerk of motion that's meant to rub the nerves conveniently positioned above his torso. ]

If you think you can keep up. A little magic thread isn't going to give you that much of an advantage. I hope that isn't your whole plan for me.