Loki shook his head. "I suppose not. I thought it obvious you had no sense, considering your desire to poke at things with sticks."

Habit took over when she removed his breeches; he reached out to slip one hand over her hair. It didn't feel any different if he considered things analytically. But should it? He only knew what he was now; there'd been no physical change. Would it feel the same if he were a normal man rather than some sort of beast? He could only guess.

Loki closed his eyes for a moment, hand falling back down to his side. "No, nothing else. Sleep is all I crave."

Though somehow he doubted sleep would bring any peace with it. Loki slipped under the blankets, rolling onto his side and curling up.