Loki couldn't help the grateful smile, eyes bright with a brief view of deep emotion as Damian set the mug in front of him. Because Loki knew there were very few people Damian would ever pour drinks for, very few he would tease, and of course it was a few number indeed that he'd waste his time on after so little explanation and apology, that forgiveness could be given so easily. He also seemed to get that Loki really didn't want to delve into the subject in detail, and he was glad for that.
It was a very brief moment of appreciation before the shutters shut to the usual gleam in the green eyes and his tone reflected Damian's teasing. "I'll certainly do my utmost to not repeat the incident. Though you know, if I had my body guard about like the last time someone tried to apprehend me, we wouldn't need to have this conversation." Of course he was alluding to the events in China, where Damian had taken out a brigade of zealots on his own.
"Oh, new phone. You'll need the number." He reached into his jacket pocket (apparently he wasn't so bothered by it being warm outside--indeed, he didn't seem to be sweating even), and unlocked his phone with his thumb print and pushed it toward Damian. He sipped at the coffee, and while it was a little bitter, it was still palatable. It was very fine coffee, after all. Once it was discovered to be satisfactory enough, he started to stack pieces of cheese, lunch meat, and cracker together into little sandwiches. "Mine got stepped on, and magic only goes so far with technology. At least with my skills anyhow, and Dr. Strange (that's my mentor, by the way) isn't exactly a technomancer either. I'll have to meddle with the signal a little more even to cross realms again. That takes a little more effort and focus. I still want to make that time distortion detector, too. I had a lot of time to think over the theories involved and think I have an even better idea how to go about its enchanting now. Say, isn't your older brother Dick the police officer?" He was looking at his mug. "Why, I wonder? Bludhaven is ugly. It doesn't have Gotham-proper's finer architecture at all. Even if I can understand wanting to go into something other than corporate offices, surely he could have picked a nicer police force to join. Want a cracker? It's turkey." He was already popping one of the snack constructs into his mouth, chewing with satisfaction.
He was starting to slow down on his food intake, but he was still was snacking a great deal, like he wasn't sure he'd be fed again for a while if he didn't take opportunity. Mentally he didn't bother to examine his comfort eating too closely.