Stop her? From starving, or from taking steps to address the problem? Her phrasing wasn’t clear, and as usual Loki liked the freedom to interpret these things however he liked. In this case, he opted to be just ambiguous, to make it clear that whatever the question was, the answer was yes.

He wanted her and he could keep her frustrated until her Sam arrived. Which didn’t matter.

So he crossed to ‘her’ side of the desk, leaned against it mock-casually, and reached out to lightly cup the side of her face. The need rolling off her was harder to resist while touching her, so Loki didn’t entirely notice when his hand stroked down a little to rest at her throat, adding a little threat to what had almost been an affectionate touch. “I have no doubt.”