"Sakaar. I can't say that I recommend it. It was rather trashy in more ways than one."
Loki turned to the bartender and ordered them both something 'sweet and colorful.' As the drinks were being mixed, he turned back to Gamora. It had taken weeks to build up the trust of The Grandmaster after climbing his way up the social ladder, and a lot of hot pursuit and coy teasing, to get those codes out of a mad man. Perhaps some heavy petting here and there, in the form of shape-shifting into whatever tentacle kink The Grandmaster had going on. Sigh. So tedious.
"I suppose guarding the galaxy was far more adventurous than this," Loki said, after paying for the drinks and holding that one out to her. It was a vivid read floated over a bright yellow, and tasted of fruit. "This must seem profoundly mundane. Perhaps, if you were a guardian...guard duty might better suit you. Your associate seems quite well versed in the playing of music. Perhaps he has found his calling."