Re: LOKI
“I know. But I thought it couldn’t hurt to ask again anyway. You never know when Cloak might change its mind.” Sultry wink for the feisty shawl on Strange’s shoulder. “Worries? Oh please. Worried about you? Absolutely not. You’re not quite as tame as your patriotic teammate, but you’re not far off. No, I’m not afraid at all.”
Loki picked up the two cards that Mobius dealt him and for a split second there was a glimmer of—doubt? frustration? annoyance?—something less than enthusiastic on his face. Then he leaned forward, placing his elbows on the table. That’s what Strange asked for right? A clear view of his … hiding spots?
“Things to do,” Loki repeated idly, ignoring Mobius’s under-the-table distraction. Then he closed up his cards. “Right. Last chance, Doctor. Do you fold?”