[ Her hand is cool in his, a sorcerer's soft tools as Loki's fingers run over a rougher palm. ]

In a way, sure. It's no biggie. [ Manhattan slang slips through an Asgardian accent, amiable like the rest of the way she presents herself. Stepping in, she rests her free hand on his other arm. ] Let's get you out of here, hm? We'll teleport. You may want to close your eyes and hang onto the contents of your stomach, I'm not into facials on the first date.