[ He refrains from the response of "they come by that naturally," that he's tempted to let out, preferring instead to take the opportunity to slide his fingers in along the strip of Loki's belly that shows when he stretches, a fond little tickle of a caress before he side-steps him to reach for his discarded overshirt so he can shrug into that. ]
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You go on ahead, I'll find a jacket.