Oh? [ He arches a brow at her, amusement crossing his features. ] Is that an offer for me or a request from you?

[ Loki nudges her forehead with his nose, pressing a chaste kiss upon her skin. ]

Tempting though it is, I think we ought to rise, little witch. [ She'd nothing substantial to eat yesterday after the welcoming feast and that had been nearly twenty fours ago. Powerful sorceress though she may be, she is still only human. Regretfully, Loki slowly starts to disentangle himself from her, pushing himself up to a sitting position, pausing only to admire the image of Wanda resting next to where he laid, chest swelling with fondness. At his feet, he conjures one of his personal robes, dark green silk with golden embroidery, to slip into for the sake of modesty. ]