The first question unbalanced him a little, because this might actually be happening. He turned, flashing a lopsided grin at Loki, his eyebrows lifting suggestively. Feeling like his insides were made of rabid butterflies, but actually managing to mask it somewhat.

But then that second question. He'd pulled out his wallet, a keycard tucked inside, trying to hit the card reader pad with it to get access to the elevators inside. But the question was so...seductive for a moment he just vaguely waved the wallet at the wall, a full foot to the left of the reader. The smile faced from his face, his lips working as if he were about to speak. He could feel the words waiting to spring off his tongue, because why wait until they were in the bedroom? He could think of ten different things to beg this guy for, right here in the garage.

Pressing his lips together, a deep blush flooding his cheeks, he turned his attention back to the door, and slammed his wallet against the reader. "Yeah," he said, finally, his voice unsteady. "You could probably make me scream and they won't hear it." He yanked the door open rather than look him after saying it. His heart was pounding in his chest. This couldn't be happening, could it? He just dashed inside, not even holding the door for his guest, before dashing for the button to call the elevator. He needed to get inside, and he needed it now.