"Aw, what, you don't want me to be an irritating, niggling thought in the back of your mind? Isn't that what I usually am?"

There's no heat to it. Honestly more amused than anything. He pops another strawberry in his mouth and considers his options. Loki could wake himself up, end the dream, go the hell back to sleep. That'd be easier. He doesn't actually want to needlessly interrupt the sleep, though. "Don't most dreams sort of end when they've reached a kind of narrative conclusion? Or, no, you're doing that lucid dreaming thing. You can dream up whatever you want. Sure, we could go to the garden. I was actually...trying to get there, before? And then your library shoved me here instead. Or if you wanted to dream of somewhere else... It's your headspace. What do you want to have happen besides me either fucking you or killing you?"