"Oh, I don't know...something incredibly juvenile? Because it's never anything else?" Jeff deadpans. "Also, I am not a rabbit, I am a very annoyed human being who has put up with more of your shit than any of my species should be willing to tolerate."

And truthfully he's no warier than usual. OCD-level caution is simply one of the many side effects of sharing a room with Loki. It's reflexive, like the twitch that inevitably develops beneath the left eye after any length of time with the god.

His laptop is with him, he knows better than to let it out of his sight, though even that doesn't always help. He doesn't bother with his desk; by this point the bloody thing has more booby traps than featured in the entire Vietnam war. "And no, I'm not going to try to figure out what you're up to. I am not giving you the satisfaction."