Receiving the drink, Loki wasn’t given any additional hints of whether he would like it or not. It was plain and simple yes, with a bitter scent, but otherwise nothing. Hearing Deanna, Loki followed where she was pointing, taking in the corner seat. Perfect. It wasn’t in the middle of the room, gave a good view of the area, while also keeping them more or less distanced from the rest of the customers.<br/><br/>Taking the seat across from Deanna, Loki watched the door swing open and closed with each person who passed though. He set his coffee on the table, folding his arms loosely on the surface as the bells over the door announced the entrances and exits, letting in the noise of traffic and others walking by briefly.<br/><br/>The steam coming from both cups curled in the air, reminding Loki of the way his own magic would twist and curl in green swirls when he allowed it. Of course he could do nothing of the sort here, not with so many people about and Deanna so close. New York of all places should have been one of the last places he should attempt such a thing after the incident the last time he was here. So long as he kept his magic up, concealing his true appearance, no one would be able to recognize him.<br/><br/>Turning his attention back to the drink before him, Loki lifted the cup, taking a small sip of the dark liquid. At first he wasn’t sure if he liked it, the taste strong on his tongue, but after a moment and another sip it grew on him. Yes, he approved of this coffee.<br/><br/>Looking to Deanna and noting her concentration on her own beverage, a faint smile on his face, Loki spoke.<br/><br/>“You’ve become awful quiet.” He said, his usual mocking or sarcasm lost from his voice. “Perhaps the coffee has stolen your voice?” He added, an almost joking tone colouring his words.