[ Loki huffs his amusement, glancing toward the carpet. ] I doubt it'll take very long to make me feel adored until I can't stand it.

[ He knows he's needy, overwhelmingly so at this point. He feels of two kinds about it, honestly. Like being disasterously needy has netted him something he wanted very much, only he's unused to being disasterously needy. ]

Alright. I doubt I'll have complaints when all is said and done.

[ He looks up again and smiles a little. ] Shall we go in?