"My, Loki, thank you for the reassurance. I was unsure whether I looked as intimidating and unapproachable as I used to." Sif replied, emotionless and dry. She did not need to be intimidating all over, at all times. In fact, the more time she spent with the likes of Natasha and Steve, the more she came to appreciate the other ways of achieving your objective. Not that she would trade her training and skill in battle for anything, but it was good to have options.

Now it was her turn to raise her eyebrows, albeit in surprise. Morocco? She would refrain from asking exactly why someone like Loki would go adventuring there, specifically, but Sif couldn't deny a slight hint of curiosity. "Ah, yes. Wouldn't want to ruin your carefully maintained paleness, as it would work against the whole entrancing mysterious..." When words failed her, Sif knew she was well over the point of no return as far as drunkenness was concerned. It was also apparent by her gesticulating hands as she spoke. "...semblance."

Downing yet another glass - no point in slowing down now - Sif crossed her arms loosely in front of her chest. "You should still come sailing with me, if you've a mind." She had no real idea why she would issue such an invitation, as she doubted he would enjoy himself as much as she did at the bow, wind and ocean water slapping at her face, sometimes so much she could taste the salt in her tongue. But some part of her considered she might like him around, possibly making sarcastic remarks about the wrong ways in which she enjoyed her free time. Putting it like that, perhaps Sif simply enjoyed being miserable sometimes. When Loki was around.