He was pleased by her response, though perhaps a bit unprepared for the intensity of it. Loki really should know better than to underestimate a woman but it did take him just a little by surprise. He gave no complaint as his hands slid around her waist to pull her tight to him. The feeling of having her pressed against him, her fingers knotted in his hair, knowing there was nothing between his hands and her bare skin other than the thin fabric of her shift and the obvious desire in her kiss did have Loki make a low, pleased sound in the back of his throat...
That eased into a chuckle after her brief break to say that she missed him, only to return with as much desire in embrace as before. “I see that,” he said, pulling just a bit away in order to do so.
It was something he had to consciously remind himself -he was not rushing this. His intentions went beyond just having someone else to warm his bed from time to time. Those sorts of women came and went, they were never missed. Women you hoped to come home to, hoped to tell tales of things to... they were rare.
“There was the cleaning,” he said, leaning back just a bit more and grinned. “And the additions to the painting...”