Only for a moment. Phil takes a rough hold of Loki's chin and shoves his head back, grip tight. His expression never waivers, however, no flash of anger. Just a steady firmness.

"Enough of that," he says firmly. "You'll get what I give you. If you want something, say please."

His grip tightens slightly, knowing just how hard to make it ache but not a sharp sting of pain which he suspects is what Loki is looking for. Not yet. He hasn't quite earned that yet.