Being watched by a pretty woman. No, not woman, goddess. Loki could tell as plain as day that she wasn't mortal. There was a certain energy to the air when another immortal was around. It plucked at one's being like a repetitive tap on the shoulder did. It pulled at one, poked at one, until one had to pay attention to it lest they go insane. So he acknowledged her presence with a wink and the slightest of smirks.
Loki tipped his hand forward, cigarette inclining to her in invitation if that was what she wanted. She was looking at him and had yet to look away. Not that he minded in the slightest, in fact, he rather enjoyed the fact that he had drawn her attention without his even having to try. It meant he still had it. It being his ability to draw the attention of pretty goddesses.
It was a talent he'd always had, one he assumed that other men envied. It assured that his bed was never empty when he wanted it filled. Though as a general rule, it was other beds that he filled, knowing it was tacky to bring another woman home and into the bed he shared with his wife.
He smiled at her and took a drag off his cigarette, nice and slow, determined at this point to keep her attention. If simply being there had drawn it, perhaps he could keep it by doing nothing more than focusing his own attention on her. He paused only a moment in his own looking at her to turn to the bartender and alert him to needing a refill. "Jameson. Double."