Clearly your pasta is an aphrodisiac no man, woman or god can resist!

[ It's nice and open in Chris's quarters, Loki can stretch out a leg and still have room to settle in for a nuzzle into greying hair. ]

Feeling the burn, hmm? [ His hand skims from wrist to shoulder and back again on Chris, soothing. ] If you're down for it I'd like to repay the favour sometime.