What he's saying barely register as words, everything seems like a haze. Loki makes an attempt to calm his breathing but that is rather hard to do considering where Clint's fingers are. The burning sensation steadily subsides to something vaguely uncomfortable.

The sudden change to gentle, feels more to Loki like hitting a brick wall. Disorientating and somehow painful in a new way. His breathing suddenly hikes back up when the question registers. He shifts, angling his hips so Clint's fingers brush a certain spot. He hardly trusts his own voice to answer, instead he turns his head and nods against the pillow.