“Oh, I don't know about that,” Loki yelled back, and ran some water through his hair to make it look less like he didn't ever comb it, tugged a clean shirt on and some better pants. He was pulling a comb through his hair when he came back out, still laughing. “I don't want to die from just one thrust, I have a reputation to maintain.”
With a bright grin, he added, “Don't quote me on this, but I hear that if you if you die of suffocation between a woman's thighs while pleasing her, you get a free pass to come back.” It was a load of shit he just made up on the spot, but it sounded good.