"…You… you're the cat…" she whispered, her voice soft, eyes wide with disbelief.
"Was," Loki corrected smugly. "Now I'm obviously a very attractive, fully grown cat demon prince with flawless skin, golden eyes, and emotional damage. Try to keep up."
Rose blinked again.
Then she slowly turned red. "You were… naked."
"Oh? Now you remember that part?" he said with a teasing smirk, crossing his arms. "Really? That's the first thing your brain latches onto after waking from near-death?"
She covered her face with both hands in embarrassment.
Loki sighed, plopping back down into the chair like this was exhausting. "Honestly, you humans are so dramatic. A little nudity and poof—you collapse. I've seen demons explode and still stay conscious."
Rose peeked through her fingers. "You were sitting on my couch… then suddenly… I was touching abs."
"Yes, you were. Lucky you," he said proudly, resting his cheek on his hand.
Her jaw dropped. "You're so—!"
