His eyes narrowed, “what part of this puts you in any position to bargain with me, considering you are the one who is trespassing?” His eyes shifted over to the table where the necklace he had set lay beside the candlestick. He could just tell her and get this over with. Then perhaps she would dress, even if Loki wasn't sure where she had stashed her clothes, and leave. He had limits to his willpower. He knew that.
Loki could just say that he was lamenting over his children, in hopes to be rid of her. But even then, now his blankets were going to smell like her skin and...
Loki shoot his head. “You can't be here. Should someone see you...”