Ice-green eyes look up at the newcomer, scanning him curiously but without any sense of hostility or intimidation.

"Ah! That wasn't half bad, but if I may make a suggestion? You're meant to phrase it like this--" Loki clears his throat, leans his elbow on the table, and says in a lower, more suggestive octave: "'What are two nice, identical boys like you doing in a place like this'?"

He's terrible. Someone stop him.

"But do sit if you like. Tonight is for company."