[He takes a moment to just appreciate the way Loki looks, flushed and wanting. He draws off him after a moment to speak, though stays close enough for his lips to brush flesh.]

And what makes you think I'm not doing just that? [His lips curl slightly.] Or that I won't have more of you soon? Without any sort of potion to cloud our senses, so that you know that everything I do is exactly what I desire.