Brain, I forbid you to form any images of Loki ti-- fuck. That's not helpful.

Resisting the urge to smack his own head against something, he just sort of wheezes. "Yeah. I guess I have been putting off an actual job for way too long." Tickling model can just stay low on the list of options.

He forces himself back into reality with Loki's question. "Iced vanilla latte."