"The mold growing from both of your ears says otherwise." Even he knew that it wasn't just his heightened senses. Clint was just being a lazy, stinky human. If that was the worst of their current troubles then so be it. Loki could eventually tease him right into the shower. Or just dump a bucket of water and soap on him, take him out back, hose him down like a dog.
For now he was content to scavenge the kitchen for any remnants of the macaroni and cheese on the off chance that there was some left. It wasn't real cheese, but it certainly smelled good, and a warm meal was exactly what he needed.
Frowning down to the "Sorry for Being a Psycho Bitch" cake that Anna had left him, untouched, Loki waggled his wrist. "Anna. I explained that I wasn't angry and knew it wasn't really her yet it's fair to assume the memory has left a stain in her mind." He couldn't personally remember far back enough into a time where he hadn't killed anyone. The mark it left on the psyche was great.