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whose_son_am_i

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drpalmer

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drpalmer

His little noise is just as sensual and it does flood her mind with dirty thoughts that she's quick to push away.

They're both getting a taste of sounds they may expect later.

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whose_son_am_i

"This may have to be a regular experience from now on." Loki commented with a lazy smile of pleasure. It was just the right amount of sweet--truly sweet, but not cloying or artificial. Not overpowering, but complimentary.

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drpalmer

"Told you it's good." A good cheesecake has such a satisfying richness to it.

The portions are small, just enough to savor without being over full.

She opens her bag to pull out some bills to leave as a tip.

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whose_son_am_i

Truly a worthy experience.

He's raising an eyebrow as she does so, curious. "It is being taken care of..." He's not sure if he feels insulted or not, honestly--or why he might be feeling any affront at all.

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drpalmer

"The waiters make most of their money in tips, I used to wait tables when I was in school."

She's not meaning to be insulting, she just knows how rough being a server can be.

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whose_son_am_i

"They don't treat their servants properly?" That brings a soft noise of disdain from him. They may be beneath him, but if you wanted a loyal and capable staff you ensured that at minimum their basic needs were handled.

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drpalmer

"It's an America thing. They don't. But also, maybe don't call them servants."

She does remind herself that he quite literally grew up in a palace.

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whose_son_am_i

"Staff then." Loki would concede that point. He also generally had a sense of superiority to most everyone else. With exceptions, such as her.

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drpalmer

Christine sometimes had the dark, but realistic thought that she was smarter than most of the population; and she hated herself for it.

"Shall we go?"

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whose_son_am_i

"If you're ready." But he's getting to his feet and moving to help her from her own. Again using his best manners. Although before offering his arm, he brings her hand up. Just the lightest little bow and kiss against the back of her palm, before tucking her hand against his arm.

"You know the city better than I do. Is it to be straight back, or are we continuing this adventure elsewhere?" Loki had no plans, except spending more time with her. She was exceedingly good company, and he wanted to savor it.

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drpalmer

"Be careful or I might be inclined to think you want to woo me."

And that it is sort of working. The little kiss, the way he takes her arm, it's practically out of a romance novel. But with a man who doesn't do sentiment.

"Do you want to walk a while?

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whose_son_am_i

"I'd be fine with walking back entirely, but I worry about you in those shoes." Moving towards the door as they discuss it. "Kanskje jeg gjør det." With a hint of smirk. "You are the best company I've had in some time."

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drpalmer

"I can walk a while in these." Not the whole way, but at least some.

"I will assume you're just complimenting me futher in a language I don't understand."

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whose_son_am_i

"I could also be telling you all the secrets you want to know about me." Mischief in his eyes, but entirely straight-faced otherwise. "Besides, this is your chance to play tour guide."

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drpalmer

"That would be so not fair."

She's close to him, walking in stride with him.

"I was thinking you were looking for a tour of my bedroom."

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whose_son_am_i

"Who's to say I didn't already snoop in there? Or that I ever play fairly?" He does not mind the closeness at all. Modulating his stride as needed so that she could walk with him.

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drpalmer

"What sort of unfairness are you doing this time?"

The closeness is nice, it's a sweet, affectionate way to move through the city.

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whose_son_am_i

"Playing the perfect role." Loki replied smoothly, but did reach his hand to hers where it was tucked against his arm. "It's not one I find unenjoyable however." He was well aware of what he was doing.

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drpalmer

"I don't want perfect." She weaves her fingers between his.

She wants the authetic Loki, the moody, often dark reality of him.

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whose_son_am_i

His head tilted to regard her curiously. But he said nothing, just let his thumb brush her skin softly. Content to simply walk with her, and he had no fear of the night. Or the city at night.

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drpalmer

She finds she's especially calm about walking at night. She would almost dare someone to try to mug them when she's with Loki. She's seen how he can fight.

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whose_son_am_i

She actually hasn't--that was training, which was entirely different than a fight. But he had been trained properly as the second prince which included a warrior's training. And then he'd spent a year fighting for himself and surviving on his wits alone. It would take one of the super-heroes to give him a proper challenge.

Besides which, she was still slotted into that category of his in his mind. Which meant his to protect, as well.

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drpalmer

So she would probably be absolutely amazed by what he looks like properly fighting.

She's slowing her pace a little as they've made it a few blocks and her feet are getting a bit sore.

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whose_son_am_i

"Trouble?" Asked softly, moving to stop entirely. He suspected it was her shoes, honestly. While they could be attractive, he also wondered just why humans put themselves through the pain for style.