[ His gaze softens when he hears Jason trusts him and, unbeknown to the other man who speaks so freely, it seals Loki's decision to spoil him rotten in return. Those words are rarely if ever spoken to the godling and mean more than they might to someone who isn't first and foremost (reputably) a creature built of lies. ]

As a heads up, I'm going to try and steal your jacket sometime. I like it. [ Chuckling, he leans in to meet Jason with a lingering kiss. Black nails scrape at Jason's sides, seeking out actual muscle beneath the rubber guard of his top. ] Where are you, hm? Do I need a secret password to unlock this shirt ...

[ Stupid red bat. That gets some scratches too. ]