[ Pulled in, he lets a cant of his hips press the bulge in his pants into the crook of Jason's thigh, all but poured on top of him as they kiss. It's only when Jason puts some meagre space between them that Loki's brain reboots and he remembers there is a world beyond the heat of a hot mouth and press of a firm body. ]

I want champagne so I can rinse my mouth out with something that tastes as fine as you.

[ Atop the back of the bar a bottle poofs! up in green smoke, vanishing on the spot, and as the bartender yelps in alarm Loki's uncaring laughter rings out. He draws Jason back in for a kiss and murmurs, ] Close your eyes.

[ Teleporting with another person is easily done but best when a warning is given. Loki's is the golden light that surrounds them, intensifying until the rave is out of sight and when it's possible to once more look around, the scene is very different. Whereas the rave was hot and sweaty, the bedroom is cool and recently unused with rows of beds in varying states of disarray and paraphernalia from each occupant spread over the bedside tables. Silence replaces thumping music. A bottle of champagne sits on a table next to a bed covered in brocaded fabric and thick furs.

Loki raises a hand at the door and it briefly flashes around the edges with a green glimmer, then he looks back to Jason. ]

I've locked them out, not locked us in. You can leave whenever you want.

[ Just to be clear on that. Magic unnerves some, it's best to explain what he's done. ]