"Hands, my dear Robin. It's more fun that way." Loki murmured, moving to help where he could. By shifting his body or helping with the fabric. Her dress was placed carefully to the side with care, and he leaned down and kissed her. Loving, soft, affectionate. Then pulled back, as she started to remove the last garment she wore.

"True. It is my turn isn't it?" Loki shifted to get at his trousers, taking them and undergarments down in one motion. Keeping himself close, though off of her body. He did not take such care with his own garments, but settled on his side. Stretching out, leaning on one hand, smirking with his temporary fangs. He'd never been body shy and he certainly wouldn't now, as he admired Puck in turn with his eyes.