[He drops his head back against the back of the couch, groaning softly.]

I swear, when I'm an evil overlord, I will have minions to do paperwork for me.

[And maybe it isn't quite the comfortable joke that it had been, and he doesn't manage his normal levity but he'll be damned if he lets Loki take everything from him.

He raises an eyebrow at them both, disapproving.]

I am a perfectly capable adult. I've been here for two months and have managed to survive. I have friendly acquaintances and everything.