Well, that had gone better than expected. Sif didn't know whether to thank Loki's personal development or his drunkenness, but she was thankful. No rebuttal, no mockery, not even a snicker. She allowed herself to smile in release as she brought her bottle back up to he lips and took a swig before laying her arm on the backrest of the bench and her chin on top of it. She then adjusted herself sideways, facing Loki, and prepared to listen.

The midnight kiss piqued her interest but with her concentration as fleeting as it was right now, her thoughts moved along with Loki's speech. The more he spoke the more she furrowed her brow and scoffed. What weird creatures were Midgardians. "That is a load of desperate horseshit, pardon my manners. You change when you wish to change, when you are ready to, doesn't matter how large or small the change. And guilt...trips? I hope they don't actually go somewhere specific to feel guilty in. Go back to the midnight kissing part. I'd heard of kissing under some plant with ancient significance, but not that."