Having thought she left, Loki looked as though he was going to leap out of his skin when Darcy waltzed back up and then oogled him in such a manner, that it might possibly out-sarcasm him on his most sarcastic day. His brows knit together while his jaw dropped open. Just as quickly, it looked as though he had smelled something foul. Maybe even tasted it, too.
This wouldn't do. He rolled his eyes right back at her and poured himself another drink, looking high and mighty and princely (meaning: above it all).
"My feelings for you are not in question, nor need be questioned. This is also not the time nor the place," he said. "I wish you to know that I hardly did that. I did this."
He looked down at her legs, stared, and then looked up again. Dryly.
"If this offended you, then I do apologize," he said, and truly hoped she would try to refrain from posting about it on the network. "May we speak about this later, so that we do not befoul our host's festivities with any unpleasantness?"
It was a civil and politely put request, the type that would have been a standard to avoid unsightly displays in the royal court. One which would no doubt lead to bickering later on.