Puck was used to being admired by his lovers- Oberon's children in general would take lovers as it suited them, and Puck wasn't an exception. On the same hand, he admired his lovers. Sex was usually a mix of passion and fun for him. As he was pulled back into the bed he chuckled and paid attention to how Loki's hands learned his figure. His skin was smooth, having been well cared for-- the salary paid by Xanatos ensured that Puck could afford the highest end bath products one could find in Manhattan, but some of it was also attributed to simply being one of the fae. But a few polite lies to shop workers had ensured a good working relationship. Owen Burnette was a good customer for a reason.

He inhaled a bit as she explored his torso and leaned into the kiss some more, trying to talk around it and failing as his words came out in a muffle. Puck broke the kiss and rested his forehead against Loki's shoulder for a moment in a laugh.

"All right, talking and kissing is still something I can't do at the same time. But as I was trying to say," Puck finished as he lifted his head to meet her gaze. "Good, I'm glad that I've met your requirement."