Of course Loki hated going without, that was part of the reason for this whole rule-the-world plan. Not that Clint knew that part of it, of course.

There was a twitch of expression at the statement, one that before all of this would have been a wry smile leading to an out-and-out grin. The 'Sure you aren't.' was almost audible, but what he actually said was: "And I'm good at improvising."

His fingers had finally met the edge of the loose tunic that Loki wore to bed -when he wore anything at all- and he toyed with the fabric between his fingertips for a moment before rolling his weight forward a little so that his fingers could continue their trek, slipping beneath the fabric a moment later, finally trailing along the jut of Loki's hip, which was when his other hand started a similar movement on the other side.