"Say it again, third time's the charm." The words, much like her infamous 'you know nothing about me', fell like water over Loki's shoulders. She could probably say them about ten more times and he wouldn't listen. Not because he was inconsiderate (for once) but because she was quite so obviously putting them there as a defense. This was alright. In fact, it was more than alright, because she didn't have to protect herself, not from him.
He never moved from the comfortable rest against his arms, folded lazily over the table, gazing up at her choking the ever un-living out of her sandwich with a warm fondness. The surprise, delight, and fear washing over her face, weaving in and out of the emotions he found to be endearing. Precious, almost.
Loki's eyes did light up at her verbal admission, but he held still. If he moved, it would probably be too fluid from excitement not to scare her right away from the table. No, not this time--this time, he kept calm, keeping her gaze, meeting her smile. "I don't expect you to give me anything. You have already given me much." Turning his head in thought, his cheek smooshed against his bicep. "Well, maybe an opportunity to rid you of any remaining concerns, prove that there are no obstacles I can't find a solution for--but that is more a want. It's much more what you are comfortable giving, and receiving in turn."