Well, at least if he dies, Loki can't be blamed for it. He didn't even suggest a drink.
"Well met, Scott Lang," he says with an arch look, but then the rest of the flirting spills out and--he can't help it, the poor man looks so horrified at himself, Loki bursts out laughing.
He reaches out and pats him on the shoulder, then beckons the Tavernkeeper. "I think it's time for a glass of water for our friend here, if you please."
Turning back to Scott, he rests his elbows on the counter, chin in hands. "You're permitted to be drunk, it wouldn't be my business, but I believe you. Anyway, I'm Loki. Welcome to Caldera, I suppose."
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"Well met, Scott Lang," he says with an arch look, but then the rest of the flirting spills out and--he can't help it, the poor man looks so horrified at himself, Loki bursts out laughing.
He reaches out and pats him on the shoulder, then beckons the Tavernkeeper. "I think it's time for a glass of water for our friend here, if you please."
Turning back to Scott, he rests his elbows on the counter, chin in hands. "You're permitted to be drunk, it wouldn't be my business, but I believe you. Anyway, I'm Loki. Welcome to Caldera, I suppose."