"Of course I have a phone." Loki stands and begins walking out of the room, clearly intending Cint to follow him. "I'm not a barbarian."

His footsteps are nearly silent as he pads into the living room to fish the device from his purse. Luckily he'd had the presence of mind to drop it onto the couch on their way to the bedroom, so there isn't much hunting involved.

"Here." He holds it out to Clint with a new contact screen up.