That look in Anthony's eyes soothed the fear that he had been about to lose his fiance, going onto his back with an easy supine grace. His hands went to Anthony's hips and his own rolled beneath him in a teasing and 'accidental' manner. He was a sensual man, it had been killing him to think that he may never feel physical pleasure of this sort once again.

"What do I care for better?"

Loki kissed Anthony, words a dark hum against his lips. "If I cared for better then I would be a copy of Thor, I would have used the several degrees I have to work in academia. I care not for those things. I care for my own happiness, and that is found in books and personal betterment in my own time. Should you care to go to school, then go, should you be happy fixing cars then what matter is it your potential for other things?"