Hob hasn't always lived a good life. There were times when he's done terrible things and even taken the life of another, but he hopes those days are behind him. That he's grown a lot since then. It only took a few centuries, so when someone else does something bad, how is he to blame them? Not everyone gets to have a countless number of years to become a better person, and some have fewer years than others.

The idea that Loki is not worthy is responded to with a light shake of Hob's head, but Loki probably already knows that Hob disagrees with that idea. In Hob's eyes, Loki is worthy of so much more.

Hob is happy he can make Loki laugh and blush like that. He's so handsome when he smiles. Whether others have come knocking is one thing, but how many has Hob let in? In the past several centuries, it's not like it was in the old days when he was younger and wilder.

"Uh.. um.." There's a bit of uncertainty in his voice. "I've wanted to tell you, since we've been getting so close.." Why does he feel so embarrassed? And his heart is pounding so hard. Normally, he'd keep details like this hidden along with the secret of his immortality, but he doesn't have to hide that from Loki. Hob looks away. "I.. haven't been with anyone since my last wife. That was... eighty years ago?" Oh God, maybe he should've kept that to himself after all.