Loki had never claimed to dislike seeing others in pain - that was really quite the opposite, but to make women bleed during intimacy in any way other than to take their innocence from them seemed counterproductive. Though he supposed that if one asked him to use his dagger, he would have tried it...even if the idea still seemed far from worth the effort. He liked to hear their screams, but he prided himself in having the ability to do that without any force or violence.
Wincing at the mention of anything regarding a cup, Loki held up a hand. "No reminders are necessary, I can imagine and am more than certain I don't want to."
There were reasons why he considered them to be insects. He knew he was cut from the same cloth as one of the most reprehensible species in the Nine, yet even then jotuns didn't fuck corpses or whatever other twisted nonsense humans got up to. Darcy didn't seem like the sort to go so far as that, thankfully.
Standing up, he held out his hand and smirked at her. He wasn't about to give her his word since that didn't count for much, but he still aimed to stick to his assurance. "No reason at all," he replied silkily.