She gets a hand in his hair and tugs, hard enough to grab his attention. Hard enough to make his cock jump a little; then she touches him through his pants and his cock strains to meet that contact. Should it even be possible, her causing him more than a fraction of discomfort, considering she's human? Vastly unimportant to the current plot of things as he sees it. Besides, part of him wants her to fight him on this, even if only half in jest, knowing— or at least believing, at the moment— that it will not make a damned bit of difference.

So he laughs at her aborted statement, around her nipple, dragging teeth and tongue across her chest before he bites the other. Spreads his fingers within her to see if he can encourage more noise from her. She's so wet he can feel it practically leaking from her as it begins to pool down towards the palm of his hand. Loki turns his wrist so he can drag the pad of his thumb across her swollen clit before pressing down on it. So he can feel her body respond.

"You can't?" He teases, but his own voice is rough with need, slightly breathless with it, even as he rolls his hips into her touch. This is not nearly enough, suddenly; he wraps his free hand around her wrist and shoves them both together past the waistband, trying to get her to actually touch his cock directly. "I think you can."