Loki let his hand move to grasp and twine with her own, as his other rested under her. Soft kisses, gently tasting ones, focused on showing with the action that she was loved and wanted. How valuable Puck was to Loki, and how much he cared. In no hurry to rush through things, eventually the kiss would end anyways as he moved. Soft peck of kisses against her cheek and jaw, briefly to her neck, then up along her ear to nuzzle against her hair. Chuckling lowly, and assuming a familiar accent. "My dear, you have fallen into my trap, and fallen for my charms. Now we shall spend the night together with the shadows cocooning us softly." A bit cheesy, but playing the part and Loki resisted chuckling.