Is Loki aware of what Clint is getting up to? Yes. More or less. It's difficult not to be, honestly, when Clint is his own force to be reckoned with in his brain. And yes, the open entryway had been an invitation, because Loki cannot and will not shut Clint out completely even when he is being the most frustrating creature Loki has ever had the pleasure of knowing.

He's not surprised that he isn't followed, and he won't admit to disappointment either. Instead, while Clint is enjoying the grapes and the wine and the revelry, Loki gets extraordinarily high, a sensation he has missed quite a good deal, on Midgard. Which is somewhere he's chosen to exile himself, it would appear, until either the planet crumbles to dust or Clint decides to handle matters himself, whichever comes first.

The orgy participants let out little laughs and cheers as Clint joins them. They ask questions before they touch, but they are very engaged. Very thorough. Very invested in his enjoyment, and their own. However. Every party ends eventually.

There's a sense of people drifting off from the margins of the event, before there are fewer and fewer participants and then, suddenly, just Clint. At one of the chaises in the center of the room. It's clean, at least. Across the room is Loki, robe finally tied shut, holding a goblet of wine very loosely and looking less peevish and more simply unimpressed.

"You couldn't figure out how to leave, could you? Did it ever occur to you to ask anyone?"