Being male itself is not a turn off for Tony but he’s glad that Loki doesn’t seem all that interested in mate-eating him either. The thin layer of ice beautifully tracing itself along the water’s surface is not at all inviting and so the human, once naked as well, and sporting that strange, pulsing blue amulet transfixed to his chest, chooses to soak in the Goldilocks pool. No need to be boiled or frozen alive, thanks. He isn’t sure how clean all of this is, but given his exposure already to alien microbes, he lays his muscular arms along the edge of the pool and leans back anyway, watching Loki across the room.

Tony’s question is simple enough. It’s the basis for most scientific research. Curiosity.

“I just want to know who you are. And what you are.” These aren’t questions. He’s hoping to save the actual asking for further clarification.