She hugged her arms around it. “Mine now. You cannot has. My arm.” She inspected it, slightly cross-eyed, and then licked it.
“Wha—you aren’t actually a cat,” he reminded her, as he tried to extricate his arm from her grip. ”I get enough of that from every other creature in the tower.”
“Am so,” she said, and hung on. As an afterthought she rubbed her nose, which was cold, against his skin. “Does Jarvis lick you?” She was pretty sure Loki licked him.