This — is that friend whom you feared to lose, yes? *looks at her, eyes narrow* Well met, Summer. *to Tony* You did not name her so before.*blinks at Loki, blinks at Tony, blinks at Loki* Um. Hello, Loki. *looks very confused* Did … you just call me … your girlfriend? *looks back and forth between them again* Am I allowed to talk to Loki?
*scratches the back of his head* Should I not have? I mean, you’re the one who asked if we were officially dating. *puts both hands up like he’s warding off the situation* Whatever. Go ahead, talk. I’ll just jinx the entire thing.
You have resolved your differences, then. Why should you not speak to me, lady? I will offer oath not to harm you. *places a hand on Tony’s shoulder, possibly seeking reassurance, possibly offering it*
Okay, I can’t do both these conversations at once. *rubs at her forehead* What’s wanted of me, right now? Smile pretty at the alien demi-god? I don’t want to repeat the last fiasco. How is this supposed to work, Tony? Loki?