“So converted pirates,” Loki amended. He gently touched the back of her wrist, browned from sailing, before he was distracted by a man handing him two glasses. It was a show of Loki's drunkenness that he hadn't even been paying attention to the approach. The wait staff at this place had to have become accustomed to serving Asgardians and other such creatures, who drank more than their fair share. But at least that way Loki only ever had to order his preferred drink once during a whole evening. "I see you've become accustomed to the tropical sunlight by now, however."

He gave her a toothy, teasing grin, because he would never get tired of prodding at her, though he did gentle his approach somewhat. Besides, she did the same thing in turn. “I was off adventuring,” he answered. “Naturally.”