That Old Familiar Thing (смешанная)

“Wow, you sure, ah, you sure talk a lot, don’t you? Little Mr. Chatterbox over here.” He stroked one finger all the way around Loki’s jawline, his eyes friendly and icy at the same time. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, you’re likable, but you know what I really like? Good listeners. Love ’em. Can’t get enough of ’em. I would just kill to have more good listeners around.”
(The Grandmaster puts Loki on mute--with very specific conditions for him getting his voice back. Scrapper 142 doesn't care about his predicament. Really. She doesn't.)