[ The touch has his lashes fluttering, leaning into it. Peter's words make all of Loki's ribs melt into a warm fuzzy feeling and he takes those fingers in a hand, kissing Peter's knuckles. ]

That's because you are better than I deserve.

[ He pushes his plate away, turning to face him a little more as his smile weakens at the edges. ]

I do want to be honest with you. I'm ... anxious that you won't like what you hear, though. It's bad, Peter.