Loki’s smile mirrored Deanna’s. Contrary to popular belief, he didn’t<span style="font-style: italic">always</span>want to cause chaos and destruction, didn’t always want to pick a fight with someone and expand his ever growing list of enemies, didn’t always want to play the bad guy. Sometimes he just wanted a quiet moment, a chance to actually have a conversation with someone who could hold a decent conversation without wanting to discuss the best method  of dashing the enemy's brains in.<br/><br/>“It is acceptable.” He replied when asked how it was. “I think it would pair quite nicely with a honeyed cake.” Loki said, referring to the pastry he had come to love on Asgard, a sort of weakness of his own. The bitterness of the drink and the sweetness of the cake, yes, he would like to try it someday.<br/><br/>Pausing for a moment to think, Loki took a sip from his own cup before answering.<br/><br/>“I read quite a lot.” Very true. “And study the cultures of other people among other things.” Not so far from the truth. His other hobbies couldn’t very well be shared, Midgardians not practicing magic or participating in sword practice, at least not too many in this time and age. What he shared was as close as he could get to sounding ‘normal’ by their standards.<br/><br/>“What of yourself?” He returned, holding his cup with one hand and leaning back in his seat.