"Ah, I am supposed to be playing that role, aren't I?" Loki murmured with a soft chuckle. Enjoying the kiss once more, and holding Puck close. Enjoying the contrast of her clothing against his half-unclothed form, the faint heat of her where he lay against her, hand trailing along her shoulders and breastbone, then up to her hair once more. "We have the night, after all." Spoken against her mouth, before Loki moved. To trail kisses against her face, and to her ear, before shifting down. Those kisses now against her throat, with a hint of teeth. (She had not gotten a look yet, but Loki's illusion was complete, and so his canines were more pronounced than usual.)