Loki just laughed. It wasn't that Sif was always very serious - far from that, when it came to a party she could be the most reckless out of all of them if it suited her - simply that she very rarely veered into silly territory. It wasn't a bad thing, but difficult to reply to. The suggestion of midnight marking the middle of the party was easier to address. "Are you suggesting we should try to last until, at the very least, four in the morning? That would make sense, if the party started at eight..." he trailed off, and sighed dramatically, as if he had seen a real block in the road. "Maybe we should have drunk a bit more slowly."

They were already so close, it was easy for him to slip his arm around hers. It was not unusual for him to take a woman's arm, lately, but he wasn't sure how Sif would like it. In any case, if she didn't she could just squirm free, and no harm done. "There is a lot of sky," he said. "I'm certain we can find a spot that also has a view. Let's go look. Then there will just be two loud, drunken people to contend with, and luckily we can tell one another to shut up."

Navigating through the crowd was difficult, or would be if Loki was the sort to dodge around people. Luckily, his height and general lack of care meant he could manage it with Sif easily enough.