"Hm. Shall I assume my other options follow such a theme?" he asks a grin on his face. Like there is a joke there that only he can get.
Loki's hands are entirely non-greasy, thanks. Oh, yes, he is stroking the bow almost lovingly. In a quick movement is draws it and sights it(without an arrow, of course) on Barton. Really, someone as thin as Loki doesn't look like he could hold that pull without shaking but he does.
"As a child, I always favored the bow," he says whimsically.
He releases the string as if he had an arrow. He lets out a little laugh then lowers the bow. He rather lovingly leans it against the fireplace.
After a moment he reaches a hand out to run along Clint's torso then down along edge where skin meets clothing. It's not a way he touched him before, even when he was completely under his control.
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Loki's hands are entirely non-greasy, thanks. Oh, yes, he is stroking the bow almost lovingly. In a quick movement is draws it and sights it(without an arrow, of course) on Barton. Really, someone as thin as Loki doesn't look like he could hold that pull without shaking but he does.
"As a child, I always favored the bow," he says whimsically.
He releases the string as if he had an arrow. He lets out a little laugh then lowers the bow. He rather lovingly leans it against the fireplace.
After a moment he reaches a hand out to run along Clint's torso then down along edge where skin meets clothing. It's not a way he touched him before, even when he was completely under his control.