"Because I also would like to use the shower." Loki sets the soap down and goes to the window. He is not looking at her. His body language is all well-controlled edge and he is not. Looking. "Because I cannot stop thinking about the fractal variety of paths a single drop of water can take from your collarbone to the freckle behind your left knee." His jaw twitches and his nostrils flare. "It's not just... arousal. It is fixation."

He's already had his brain well and truly fucked with in her presence before. He doesn't like that he's apparently now made it a habit.