Loki raises an eyebrow at the hand on his chest, a playful smirk on his lips as he allows Phil to guide him backwards through his apartment. The place is tidy enough that he doesn't feel the need to look behind to see where he's stepping, allowing him to keep eye contact as Phil talks about using his mouth. The cool confidence reminds him of how the human describes mission objectives and shit, that's way hotter than it should be. His choice in pants might be an even bigger issue soon if Phil keeps talking like that without ordering him to strip.

Gotta stay cool and collected now, though. They just started playing the game, can't get flustered this early.

"They call me Silvertongue for more than one reason," he says as they turn into the bedroom, one hand coming up to play with the hem of Phil's shirt. He knows touching without permission typically isn't okay, but he can't make everything easy for either of them. "What should I call you when my mouth isn't otherwise occupied?"