More soft laughter in that kiss, Loki perfectly content to continue that activity. Christine had become an addiction, in a way--and Loki didn't mind at all.

Perfectly happy to do that--until the phone buzzed. It was annoying interruption; Loki sighed and pulled away just enough to speak. One hand flung out, pulling her phone over. "Yes? Right. I'll be down shortly." Then hanging up, her fingers brushing apologetically against Christine's face and hair.

"Food's here Sweetling." With a mischievous smile. "Want me to stay like this?"