Cas' initial hesitation at his command was expected, but as Loki watched the way he undressed almost robotically and refused to simply drop the clothes, he began to wonder a bit more.
This was not how typical submissives behaved here, not even the ones who were nervous. His earlier thought that this might be some sort of undercover law enforcement officer returned briefly, though he once again discarded the idea when he noted the lack of firearm or wires as the man stripped. Naturally he wouldn't have complied if he had those things anyway, would he have?
So, why was he behaving oddly? Loki had centuries to learn how to read peoples' body language, a must for a trickster such as himself. Cas lacked many of the usual signs of excitement one would expect at a sex club. He considered the possibility that Cas might not be human- other beings frequented places like this often enough. It was a possibility.
Or maybe he just had an unusual personality quirk. Maybe it didn't matter either way.
"You seem nervous. Are you planning to back out of this?"
Castiel faltered, and forgot himself, turning toward Loki, curiously. He seemed nervous? He didn't feel remotely nervous--there was no part of this that frightened him. And yet he was aware that something - something was preventing this from clicking for the other man. He was uncomfortable, perhaps, or doubtful of Castiel's ability to perform some part of this suitably.
Which meant that he needed to do better. He needed to...to what? Castiel reached into his own mind, urgently, but all he could find there were Dean's sex dreams, and women dancing up against poles. Maybe he should be dancing.
But Loki was wrong; he wasn't unarmed, and there was a skewer of wood in his inside coat pocket with the god's name on it. Castiel was comfortable that he'd have time to fetch it when the god showed himself.
"Certainly not," he answered. "I merely... You asked me to strip, you weren't explicit as to how, so I assumed that you craved efficiency." He remembered himself, and dipped his eyes down to stare at the other man's feet instead. "However if you wish me to dance, I'm afraid I would have to disappoint you."
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This was not how typical submissives behaved here, not even the ones who were nervous. His earlier thought that this might be some sort of undercover law enforcement officer returned briefly, though he once again discarded the idea when he noted the lack of firearm or wires as the man stripped. Naturally he wouldn't have complied if he had those things anyway, would he have?
So, why was he behaving oddly? Loki had centuries to learn how to read peoples' body language, a must for a trickster such as himself. Cas lacked many of the usual signs of excitement one would expect at a sex club. He considered the possibility that Cas might not be human- other beings frequented places like this often enough. It was a possibility.
Or maybe he just had an unusual personality quirk. Maybe it didn't matter either way.
"You seem nervous. Are you planning to back out of this?"
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Which meant that he needed to do better. He needed to...to what? Castiel reached into his own mind, urgently, but all he could find there were Dean's sex dreams, and women dancing up against poles. Maybe he should be dancing.
But Loki was wrong; he wasn't unarmed, and there was a skewer of wood in his inside coat pocket with the god's name on it. Castiel was comfortable that he'd have time to fetch it when the god showed himself.
"Certainly not," he answered. "I merely... You asked me to strip, you weren't explicit as to how, so I assumed that you craved efficiency." He remembered himself, and dipped his eyes down to stare at the other man's feet instead. "However if you wish me to dance, I'm afraid I would have to disappoint you."