As Wanda spoke, Loki stared at her with a look that might be described as 'cautious'. He wasn't sure what to make of her insights. Had he spoken too much? Had she figured out who he really was? Was this some sort of manipulation on her part? He was so used to doling out lies and deceit, he naturally suspected the same of others.
No. Wanda did not uncover his true identity. The more she spoke on about her own personal experiences convinced him otherwise. The pain in which she told her story made him wonder what had happened to her to cause such emotion.
And the Mischief Maker automatically wondered how this information could be used to his own advantage. It was something he could not control - it was his nature.
Yet another, deeper part of himself was in wonder at the hope that perhaps he had truly found somebody who could understand him.
Bushing a lock of hair away from her face, 'Tom' placed the tenderest of kisses upon her cheek. "We're both tired," he muttered. Let us sleep, and the dawn will drive all concerns away."
It was a romantic sentiment, but one which he thought Wanda would like to hear. And one which Loki wished, deep down, was true.