[The record scratch in his brain isn't audible, but Loki can probably see it in his eyes, in a falter of expression, a missed step in the beat.

...Loki, his good friend! (Did the room just get colder for anyone else?) Of course he's friends with Loki, of course it's Loki, what good times he's had with Loki! If there's some momentary struggle (there is), it gets smothered under the literal and figurative sway of the music. He barks out a laugh.]

I think you're the only one that would ever call either of us enlightened, but whatever feeds your ego. Mine is good right where it's at, and I won't even fight you on being Loki-and-Clint instead of Clint-and-Loki to prove it. [He almost wants to refer to himself as Agent Barton, but, ha, that was so long ago, and so impersonal for these days.]