[ Loki does not, for whatever it's worth, expect that they will actually manage fucking tonight. Too much to drink, too many emotions that aren't conducive to that sort of thing. But some other physical intimacy seems... possible. ]

I think it was picked for him, actually.

[ Saying this as he takes Mobius' glass and pours another drink into it before handing it off. ]

I can tell you things that are different. He has never been a fighter, for one thing.