Loki was of the opinion that they could fight it if they really wanted to. There was a difference between the hotel choosing locations for them to be in versus their very own autonomy. But --
Loki frowned, considering, and never really looked away from the heavy amount of conversational eye contact they had on. He was weighing their options and it was obvious. But what he came to was, well. Why fight it if it was something that they liked doing already in the first place? Loki loved to be contrary but it currently felt a little pointless.
"I've always wanted to fuck on a pool table," he said after a beat, eyebrow raising as well, as if to meet the challenge.