Puck smiled as Loki kissed first her tears and then changed his path. The methods were as charming as they were effective, and Puck idly heard the fabric of her gown rustling as she pressed into Loki's chest once he was close enough. Keeping her neck loose, Puck allowed her head to be guided.

She wanted to kiss him in return, and knew that she would in due time, which added to the anticipation. She could be patient enough in that regard. Her free hand moved back to his waistcoat and tried to undo the final buttons via touch in the meantime.