[He'd slept in a guest room, before, to give Loki his space. But he misses the company of other people as well. Not in any physically pleasant way, but merely that he's spent a lot of his life in rooms with other people. He only can't stand it down in the barracks of the Gallows because everyone's cranky and waking up all hours of the night and fitful and frightful. He keeps a blanket in the library now, stowed away, and something soft to rest his head on. When he plans on giving sleep a go.

No idea how it'll feel this way, after tangling with intimacy with a friend in a fancy Hightown place and a couple drinks. If it'll help, if it'll be the same as ever. Having someone there doesn't change the dreams. But it changes the aftermath.

He raises Loki's hand to his mouth to kiss the back of it, happy to be led, happy to do this even if it's a bad idea. Wondering if he should've done it before.]

If you've got any objections to anything in particular before we get settled, now's a good time to say it.

[Mobius doesn't plan on doing anything out of the ordinary, he thinks, other than said taking his time. But if Loki's got any hot spots to avoid, if he'd rather they don't talk, if he absolutely can't stand the idea of an occasional smack, better to say it upfront than to ruin the mood by stumbling headlong into it.]

Or if there's something you really want me to do... [He almost poses a question. But he's not keen on forcing it out of Loki.] If there's a fantasy you'd like indulged, I might be able to do something about that.