There is a barrier that has to be broken before Loki gets touchy-feely with anyone. His inclinations, especially in this shape, are to maintain a personal space bubble. That might vanish if they sleep together, though.

For now, for just a moment there's an interesting shift in Loki himself, a brief burst of uncomplicated contentment because evidently he said something right. He smiles, bright and hopeful, and takes another drink of his wine.

Finnick's commentary about his dick makes him laugh. "Norns, no, you're right, that would be disturbing. I mean, a strap-on is one thing, those can be any color..."

Wait, hold on a sec. "Demon-spider? You saw him? I thought I had hallucinated him entirely!" Sorry, this is exciting news, he's so pleased he's not losing his mind. "Damn, now I'm sorry I didn't proposition him, myself."