Only an idiot would have trusted Loki, even if you didn't know who he was. Without the rest of it - and he was entirely willing to admit that there was a lot of rest of it - he was still a random person who turned into cats and invited himself into the personal space of a stranger who was already rattled. Nothing about that exactly bred trust.

Fortunately, it didn't seem to be breeding specific mistrust either, and that was good enough. "Until and unless you find a preference, I'll stick with Bucky." If nothing else, the fact that it was the first one mentioned might indicate a less-than-conscious preference.

Loki uncurled his legs and hopped off the bed. "Your room and a drink was our deal, I believe, but not here. Come with me?"