The cub's whiskers twitched. Now the real question was, did Clint want to sink lower than this? Manipulating a god would be a pretty impressive trick, even if did require letting said god touch him. :Everybody always wants me for my body.:


Biting back a sigh, he walked over to Loki, rubbing his head against the god's leg before he stood on his hind legs. One paw settled on Loki's knee for balance. :Door?: He gave a pathetic squeak for good measure.