"It's Asgardian five o'clock somewhere," Loki responded, arms behind her head and one leg crossed over the other in a lazy (but stylish) lounge.
It wasn't that warm out yet, it was true, but Loki was wearing shorts regardless. He glanced over at Zemo, over the rims of her sunglasses and considered him for a moment. She liked him, if Loki was being even a little honest. He was clever and catty and sometimes a little cruel. But he was also smart and good at getting what he wanted. It was a thing to respect -- and keep in mind, even though Loki rather doubted Zemo would be foolish enough to make a plan that involved them.
"Do you need to make sure you text your personal mover before you get into it?"