[ . . . no, not at all. So he sighs out faintly at that before pressing their lips together again.

Then solidly:]

Your mother sounds like a lovely lady. Ask her to come down to earth sometime- we can have crumpets and stuff at Olive Garden or something. Then we can go to family therapy or something because I'm sure she wouldn't be happy if you stopped calling her Mummy.

And I know we're both pretty badly off but I still don't like the idea of making my mother cry.

[So he presses his lips to Loki's cheek when he's done with that part. Because... he's not about to let Loki toss away his family right in front of him.]

But did I tell you about when they called me the Merchant of Death?

Good times.

[Except the expression on his face seems to clarify that they were anything but.]