Hob had been charmed by Loki from the start, when a first, seemingly innocent dance was enjoyed more than Hob had anticipaed. Every time they spoke after or spent time together, it was always the highlight of Hob's day. He found himself wondering how Loki might be doing when they were apart. The feelings just snuck up on him before he realized they were there. Now, they're hard to deny.

As Loki hesitates to get into the bed, Hob laughs a little. His eyes may still be tired, but they also shine with amusement as he lies back to recline against the pillows. "I'm only asking you to get in, not give me a work out. Sorry, but, you'll have to wait a little longer for that." Even if he tries to sound cool about it, Hob ends up blushing at his own joke.

"Come on. My arm is getting tired." But he'll keep holding up the blanket until Loki gets in or flat out refuses the invitation. Hob won't be mad if he refuses, though.