I'm not going to run away five seconds after you've dicked me down, no. Fear not.

[ Smirking, Loki swipes up the discarded padd and leans back against Chris's chest, balancing the screen on his bent knees. He sets his phone atop it and green runes light up on the surface, scattering into the padd as he types. The blue of the ship's computer mingles with the lime of Loki's coding and he starts half-writing, half-casting the spell into the padd in a blend of techno-magic he usually keeps to himself (when he isn't breaking into Avengers Tower) while using Chris as a comfy armchair. ]

I'll try to link this device to mine, that way you can call me whenever you want. If you're not busy.