If the helmet fits
Coulson inclined his head calmly, and the corners of his lips curled slightly around his cup, which he then raised to Loki with an amused hum.
"Glad to hear. That's part of the job." He pushed off from his chair, leaving the coffee behind and approaching the glass to peer in. "Comfy in there?" he asked, folding his arms, "If you'd caught us at a better time we've have a special little place all devoted to you. Unfortunately we had to...improvise."