Right, let's pause here for a moment. You're proposing that I get up, and I leave my bed, here, in the middle of the night. I go out into the cold. I find wherever it is that you've taken up residence, presuming that here it's not an enormous tower with your name on it. Just so that I can suck your cock. Just so I'm aware, between the two of us, which is the narcissist here?

[ This is ridiculous. What's infinitely more ridiculous is that..he's dwelling on it, now, for far longer than strictly necessary. Loki looks up at the ceiling, and thinks about ending this, now, before he does something ill-advised, but–curiosity, the cat, etc. ]

Or you're working with something worthy of narcissism, which I highly doubt–if anyone is very clearly overcompensating for something, it's you. I mean, the aforementioned tower with your name on it does makes one wonder.