[ The twitch of that thumb gains a squeeze in something like reassurance, intended that way, because Loki Notices Things and doesn't want Tommy to hide anything more than he absolutely refuses to spill. The rest is up for grabs as far as Loki is concerned. He sinks into his seat on the couch and sways Tommy's hand in his, nodding to the space beside him. ]

Smooch-warm. Unless you'd rather I offered you a beverage and kept my mouth shut about how very interested I am in putting it on you tonight.

[ Honesty? He can do honesty, oh Ymir can he. It's a tool to be wielded as expertly as lies, at times, a blade to drive home a point with less subtlety than sheer hungry intent. ]

You really can have a drink, by the way. [ JUST SAYING. ] Never mind what I say.