He tilts his head to the side, studying his new find from the corner of his eyes, lips turned up in a faint smile. It's been a while since he managed to take someone home, and perhaps Dane wouldn't always fit his requirements, but he had made it very clear he was a little desperate. And Loki's always preferred them slightly desperate; it makes life so much easier for him.

"I don't have a license, so it will have to be yours. And perhaps your place? Mine isn't terribly private," he says, aiming for just a hint of suggestiveness. His place is probably more private than anywhere else, but he's pretending to be a student, and so probably low on space, and he never takes people to his apartment if he can help it. That's his space, and he likes it that way.

Besides, it's always so much easier to make things happen when people let their guard down a little- like, say, in a place they'd usually feel safe. And tonight he's in the mood for pushing, seeing how far he can take what he's doing. He doesn't think it will be terribly difficult, seeing how awkward his companion has been and still is.