A glance down to where Loki is holding his shirt, then back up to the desperation the man may be trying to hide on his face. Peter knows it's there even if Loki is hiding it.

Peter snorts. "I sucked your dick once, that's hardly enough to get to know anyone." And it's only partly true. They'd talked a few times too. The blowjob was really only one small part of their various interactions.

And, no, Thor didn't talk to Peter about Loki. The only time they really spoke at all was some passing chitchat at Tony's funeral. Even dead, Tony was the primary topic of conversation.

Peter turns back, clearly hearing that increased desperation. "Now you want my help?" he asks as though he might still consider leaving Loki to fend for himself.

He rolls his eyes as though he's terribly put out by this whole ordeal (despite it being his idea - he's fickle today, okay?), and waves for Loki to follow him. "Come on. I'm not doing this out in the middle of the archery area." And leads him to a private room he's found somewhere full of fluffy soft pillows and cushions.

"First, you should take off your clothes. Then, I think I'd like to see you on your knees." Peter Parker is rarely this confident and domineering. This is so wildly out of character people who know him would think he'd swapped bodies with someone else.