He welcomed the forger into his personal space but hadn’t released Eames’ wrist yet. He tightened his hold without realizing it though and may have dragged the man closer without meaning to. “If?” The bait was clear but Loki refused to take it. Not yet, at least.

“You’re the one who told me t'be careful,” Eames told him, his eyes flickering down to his wrist. Interesting how Loki had yet to release him from his grip. That spoke volumes in and of itself. Which had him thinking that maybe he could push things forward, see just what the trickster would do should he take their game one step further. “So what would you do ifn I wasn’t. What would you do ifn I did this.” He didn’t waste any time before he took his free hand and reached up to curl it behind the god’s neck. Applying just enough pressure, he reached up and pressed his own lips to Loki’s, not even bothering to think about the consequences.
As Eames stepped forward, Loki stepped back, complimenting the advance with a casual move of his own. If ever there was...