[Billy doesn't speak until they're well into the apartment, leading the way through the kitchen door he'd set up in the far wall to avoid having to go all the way around the hall, then into the living room, where he slumps onto the couch in front of the fireplace, gesturing vaguely for Loki to help himself to whatever unoccupied seat he wants. Only then does he explain the sudden relocation.]

Sorry about that. We've got a neighbour that likes to spy on conversations. The kitchens in this building are never private.