[Wow, it's almost like Tony knows Loki is capricious and temperamental or something.]

Oh no. You get the... let me remember how mortals put it. Ah yes. "The bitch seat."

[Mortal slang. Hilarious and terrible.

Loki sighs and withdraws his foot from one of the stirrups then offers Tony his hand.] Don't mistake this as a sign that I find you in the least tolerable.

[That last question... really, Tony?]

Do you believe that there is a problem to which no solution can be found?