He felt the weight of Paul's eyes on him and had seen enough shit with him that he knew better than to raise his eyes without restirring embers. It was semantics anyway. Instead, he pushes his eggs around and takes his time in finding his next bite.

"You say that like I'm not fucking adorable no matter what height I'm at. You look exactly the same." A little more refined as he had grown into his features, but exactly the same. Loki's tone was back to a casual cadence, fractionally quieter then before.

"Only things that's changed is the car. How long did it take you to get her restored?"