"I will have the same," Loki told the waitress, nodding at the woman like she was dismissed. He didn't even glance aside at her, since he seemed focused on Darcy like she was a creature worthy of further study. So much so, that he didn't even bother speaking until the waitress had taken her leave with their order.
Just to be a bit of an ass (for purely chat and snark purposes), he tapped one finger against the rim of the bucket, so it was suddenly made of gold and had ornate etchings upon it, depicting artistically rendered waves. Which might denote the tsunami of vomit that Darcy was going to induce.
"Now it is worthy of keeping. Perhaps it will last longer than you do."
He was joking. It would be foolish to announce an actual death threat. He wasn't about to go doing anything stupid when he was outnumbered, and even more so when the other side had a Hulk.
"Speaking of things that are foul, I suppose the potential flaw you spoke of was your face?" he inquired, a little too sweetly.
She wasn't flawed, other than her disrespectful attitude. That still irritated him a little bit. He tried to fight off the immature urge to add a flaw by magicking some horns onto her forehead.