"You know, I could just say no." He said, though he did shift enough to slip an arm under Loki's neck and around his shoulders. "And then where would you be? Tsk...you've not even bought me a drink."

He smirked after a moment, leaning back. "Well, I was thinking. The whole world economy is slowly rebuilding- perhaps it is about time find some ancient, mythical...cursed sword that I'm not suppose to own."