Maybe you don't understand what rude means. And it's Manhattan. Jotunheim. Asgard, sometimes, take your pick.

[ He hops off his stool and takes two slices of pizza with him as he wanders around, poking at a sound system and trailing his fingers over shelves, picking up things here and there. If Tony doesn't want to use a host's honour-code then Loki will be whatever kind of guest he wants, which includes openly snooping. ]

Seems to me like this is an awfully empty apartment. Where are your buddies? There were six or seven of you the last time I passed through your universe.