It’s a shame these stools are so small, you’d be better seated upon my knee.

[ Somewhere inside is Fandral’s voice of reason reminding him that this is Loki, and thought he ought to be less amenable. But he loves the thrill of throwing himself recklessly into a bad idea too much to heed reason. Or maybe he’s had just enough tequila that it’s starting to slowly affect him. ]

The rest, I’m afraid, isn’t appropriate to speak in such a setting.