[Jason has to hand it to Loki. The man's smoother than even Bruce, and Jason's observed Bruce commanding a gaggle of socialites with his carefree, roguish attitude. Granted, where Bruce was concerned, such things were usually a hard-shell plastic veneer over the dark, troubled man who pretended to be something he wasn't. Loki felt oddly real, which was weird, considering all of the magic. Humans and aliens, scientifically engineered monsters, these things Jason was all too familiar and intimate with. He'd been raised around magic as well, but magic was always wildly unpredictable.
So, too, it seemed, was chemistry. When the day had started, this isn't anywhere near where Jason thought his day was going to go. Dancing with Wanda had been one thing. This...this was another thing entirely.
He smiles at Loki, equal parts charming and charmed, and steps up to Loki as he slips his leather jacket off.]
Crazy as it might seem, I kind of trust you, and I don't really plan on leaving anytime soon.
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So, too, it seemed, was chemistry. When the day had started, this isn't anywhere near where Jason thought his day was going to go. Dancing with Wanda had been one thing. This...this was another thing entirely.
He smiles at Loki, equal parts charming and charmed, and steps up to Loki as he slips his leather jacket off.]
Crazy as it might seem, I kind of trust you, and I don't really plan on leaving anytime soon.