"I know, believe me, I know." That honesty with them, with Loki, is like drawing water from a stone. But they've been honest, forced to be honest, and that...means something. Doesn't it?

He slouches in his seat, arms on the counter, chin resting on his arms. Glances at Loki, glances away. "A truth is that right now, I would really like getting my hands in your hair, now that you've drawn attention to it."