[Loki's room was fairly sparse in some ways as he was building up more creature comforts. Bed, along with nightstand and wardrobe-dresser, a spare comfortable chair and a rug, some tapestries on the wall that were patterned. Window closed firmly, and cleaner clothes laid out on the bed. On top of thick blankets and a good number of pillows. There was a bowl of water and a washcloth on the dresser part of the wardrobe, along with a comb and small jars of toiletries.]

Why does that sound ridiculous?

[Because it made perfect sense to Loki, knowing what he did of the younger man. Door closed behind them, he turned to the other.]

I spent the afternoon sparring with Blake. Do you mind if I wash up a bit while we talk?