Still wheezing, she pointed out, “It’s a /bell/, not a multidimensional gps signal. You could try asking him to stay … or,” she flicked a glance up at Tony from under her lashes, “persuade him to.”
“He’s Loki,” Tony pointed out dryly. “Asking him to do something is sort of a mixed bag. And I’ve tried the persuasion route. Many times. Pretty much every time he walked into a room, really.” He folded his arms and shrugged. “He’ll come back eventually; he always does.”
Flopping over onto her back, she frowned up at him. “I wonder what it is that he wanders off /for/. It’s like he just comes back to touch base and then he’s off again. What is he /doing/?”