"You're late," he parries with a small, wry smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. He gives her a minor look for such uncouth behavior - is it truly such an ordeal to seat oneself properly, and posture - but doesn't say anything, giving her a moment to survey her options.

Selecting a slice of bread from the basket between them, he cants his head ever so slightly. "I take it the captain received the proper attentions after our last encounter?" It's ridiculous how calmly he can talk about an 'encounter' that nearly impaled Darcy and left Steve bleeding out on the pavement, but such is merely one of Loki's many talents.