[ Jason swats him, and Loki swats back a little bit, unperturbed by the physical representation of shoo. instead he takes his hand, lightly weaving their fingers together in defiance. he catches his middle finger around Jason's thumb in a little show of cheeky affection.

there's a little grumbly noise of approval. ]

Perhaps—mortal toys have never really been my cup of tea, though that specific tea isn't available here. [ magical items that he can get his grubby hands on. ] Regardless—

[ wait, he stops mid-sentence for a moment, and it almost seems like he may sit straight up, but he resists the urge. ]

Are you complimenting me for being good?