He can feel Loki's eyes on him. Like fingers over his skull, like nails down his back. Digging. He barely represses a shudder. For a moment, and just a moment, he's younger and under an influence he had no chance of fighting, doing his job and doing it effectively but also being aware of his captor/boss/master's gaze taking him in. His heart.

The same heart that's beating a little too loudly in his chest, absurdly wonders if Loki can hear it.

"I didn't give her your address. But she knows you're back. She knows you're in the city. And she thinks it's a bad idea that I'm taking it on myself to make sure you don't do anything fucking stupid." A shrug, a sip, nonchalant. "We're not in a habit of keeping secrets from each other, so of course she already knows. It's everyone else she keeps secrets from. And just because she doesn't agree with my judgement doesn't mean she doesn't trust it."

It's a mistake, as so much that's going on here is a mistake, that he finally raises his eyes to Loki.

"You keeping any secrets from me?"