“What did I say?” Loki gave him a look. “The little ones are weird. They freak me out.” He shook his head. “If I can poke her in the eye with my dick and she's not kneeling, I don't want any part of it.”
It was actually sort of disgusting him just to think of it now. “Actually, if she can't grab my fucken hair,” he paused, then clarified, “on my head, without standing on a damn chair... then I don't want it. No.”