He gives Dane a look, half-approving. On the one hand, he's certainly behaving as Loki hoped. The fact he's already almost incoherent seems like a good omen for the night ahead, as does the awkward shifting... but 'uh-huh' is not quite the answer he's looking for. He leans down, twisting until he can speak quietly, very close to Dane's ear, barely nudging at all now when Dane already seems so eager. "Master will do nicely. And Dane- if I ask you if you'll enjoy something, then the only responses I want to hear are 'yes, Loki' or 'yes, master'. Is that clear?"
He'd be worried about false positives, but he thinks he can tell what's an enthusiastic yes from a forced yes. And really, part of him doesn't actually care, the old and bitter part that's had one too many run-ins with someone expecting a monster. He's tried being nicer and got nowhere useful, so why not just be something of a monster- particularly with someone who seems happy to let him be.
He escorts Dane from the elevator, adopting a mostly innocent, everything-normal-here look, back to looking a little more like the teenager he ostensibly is. Even his tone changes, lighter, much more like the person he'd been pretending to be in the bar. A little play, just for any potential watchers, just to prevent any nosy interruptions.
"Well? Aren't you going to invite me in properly, now we're here?" he asks, a smile on the edges of his lips, as if he hasn't just spent the trip up suggesting things that would certainly raise a few eyebrows at the least.
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He'd be worried about false positives, but he thinks he can tell what's an enthusiastic yes from a forced yes. And really, part of him doesn't actually care, the old and bitter part that's had one too many run-ins with someone expecting a monster. He's tried being nicer and got nowhere useful, so why not just be something of a monster- particularly with someone who seems happy to let him be.
He escorts Dane from the elevator, adopting a mostly innocent, everything-normal-here look, back to looking a little more like the teenager he ostensibly is. Even his tone changes, lighter, much more like the person he'd been pretending to be in the bar. A little play, just for any potential watchers, just to prevent any nosy interruptions.
"Well? Aren't you going to invite me in properly, now we're here?" he asks, a smile on the edges of his lips, as if he hasn't just spent the trip up suggesting things that would certainly raise a few eyebrows at the least.