Loki catches the glance, but interprets it as more a curiosity than any real fervor. The heat under his own skin has soothed, and he can only assume the same for the human.

"Hard to get pregnant if you don't have the right organs for it," he says casually.

He begins to work, hands light as he runs an alcohol pad over each cut. Clint has just showered, but it never hurts to be careful. They start to ooze a bit, the tiny scabs coming away with the wipe, but it's nothing that impedes the bandages he has at the ready.