Loki stays on his knees and reaches up, slowly sliding his hands down the front of Phil's chest, the grey t-shirt seemingly melting away as he does. Soft tingles of power follow in it's wake, not enough to hurt or even excite, but enough that the human can sense a working has been done. Once the shirt is completely gone and his chest bare, it reappears folded neatly on top of the dresser.

He pauses for the briefest moment before moving on to the pants, looking up at Phil through thick eyelashes, curious if he'll allow the magic to continue.