Oh, to be able to look through a window and view that hypothetical scenario. Stephen knew he would have huffed and puffed about it, but having Loki's hands on him wouldn't exactly have been a bad thing. The sorcerers's edges surely would have softened over it. Stephen had no complaints over how Loki and himself had gotten together. Still, he couldn't help but wonder if one of those bed-making sessions would have turned nasty if he had gotten a clue sooner.
"No capes this time around," he assured, quickening his stride to catch up with Loki, "But maybe, when we're done shopping, we can take a walk along the beach? I hear there's a beautiful cove close by, if you're interested.."
It wasn't Candyland or a chocolate river, but getting naked and swimming around the clear Caribbean water sounded just as romantic. Less sticky, too.
Stephen held the door open for Loki once they reached the shop full of weapons. The last time they had been there, Stephen hadn't been overly pleased at the idea of Loki stealing things. This time, Strange was likely to wind up with a blade or two of his own. Not that he used swords and daggers regularly, but it wouldn't hurt to have them lying around the sanctum.