[He's not sure this place is all that much better, long term. So many things are setting off his creepy-dar, locked doors and lack of original crew included. But at least so far neither of them are dying hideously, so he'll take what he can get.]

I appreciate your entirely voluntary assistance in not leaving me a drunken heap on the mess hall floor, master Wiccan.

[A long sideways look.]

You could join me. Make an event of it.

[Alcohol or bed, who knows? He's been flirting with Billy for so long, not even Loki can always tell when he means it or when he's being silly or distracting.]