[Somewhat proud hues seem linked onto the form afore him. He has no reason to look away.]
That is the idea, pet.
Pet.
[He wrinkles his nose at that, as he leans on his toes a bit to put the apron back.]
Alright, sit. There’s a possibility that I want to come in your lap.
[And he’ll enjoy his view, because he can,of course; brows quirking a little, the familiar old smirk simply taking hold of his lips and twisting them once more.]
[He doesn’t even answer. He just, obediently, sits on the nearest stool.]
And here’s me believing you always wanted to do that. I’m hurt you’d only say of it now.
[Tony’s had many lovers in his past, though he cannot say that any of them are anything like Loki. There’s the fact that...
[A slight quirk to his brow followed shortly, and the God of Chaos took to only intensifying the smirk that made it’s...
[Tony was, as per, blissfully unaware of Loki’s ulterior motives. To him, in fact, their relationship was going well:...