As Puck moved, Loki did as well to sit with her legs shifted to the side slightly. Not shy about watching either, and when he came back she held her arms open to pull him in. Turning to kiss him, and letting her hands trace along newly bared skin. Exploring and teasing and learning dips and lines, while tasting him and focusing on that kiss. Trying to tell Puck without words that this was wanted, and enjoyed, and Loki was, for a rare turn, contented. To share that enjoyment and pleasure.

He could finish undressing her just fine in a moment.