He knew what she was doing. Sigyn was clever, but not as clever as he was. Loki had been at the game of faking people out a lot longer. So, even with the smirk, he let her take a couple steps away, but not far enough that he couldn't reach her.
Just before she would have been out of reach, Loki took one step forward and snaked his arm around her waist, pulling Sigyn back against him. “Where are you going? Running away again?” He asked. Loki tipped his head down and spoke quieter nearer to her ear, “who wants perfection anyway? It would be utterly boring, If not impossible.” From there, he realized that he could smell her hair. Feeling her backside pressed up against him was not helping push aside a sudden overwhelming warmth that was not related to his earlier rage warmth. Oh, hell.
“I'm a little drunk and am going leave so that when I eventually pass out, it's at home.” He couldn't resist breathing in deeply. “You should probably go back in there before Frigg goes looking for you but... I would like you to impolitely tell Magni to piss off.”