Loki looked down at the man's hand, then back up at his face. He had never cared for the way Thor was so free with his person, and the urge to shake that grip off was fierce.

Patience, he counseled himself. Patience. He wanted information. This was a means to get it. He was in the damnable position of weakness here, and had to play along for the time being.

But it really, really did not help that effort that Thor - or whatever he called himself, that fake name was like a sharp kick - was acting so bizarrely conciliatory. Because one thing was certain - Thor did really seem to think that Loki's name was Lawrence. He couldn't lie worth a damn, Loki knew that.

Patience.

Loki gritted his teeth and smiled pleasantly enough. "No, they hadn't."