Loki pressed his hand to his chest and smiled, as if taking all of her words to heart. She seemed joyful, less serious than usual, and he liked it and wasn't about to try to drag her from it. All too often, somberness from Sif's end tended to mutate into too-complicated discussions, and while Loki was a fan of wordplay most of the time, just then he was tired of verbal sparring. A little bit of prodding, of course, was never a bad thing. Of course, he was guilty of being morose himself, but he was learning to reign it in at the moment. Besides, there was too much of life to look forward to.

He laughed when she trailed off, shaking his head. Dragging his fingers through his hair - which, according to his mother, was entirely too long - he took a long drink from his cup. "Carefully maintained, yes," he said. "Entrancing? The jury is out on that one, as they say."

The invitation to go sailing surprised him, and he grinned. "Oh?" he asked. As long as he was assured of returning in a somewhat timely fashion - well. Perhaps that was what he needed, an extended separation from the infinity stones. Would going through another door help? Even without the Tesseract in the hotel, the sceptre he still kept with him when he came through, and it was more than draining by itself. "I just might. It depends, though. I won't swab any decks. I demand a spot at the wheel."