The chuckle turns into a huff of laughter, and he slides elegantly to his feet.

'Not even going to buy me a drink first? So very, very bad.'

He leans down and in, looking for all the world like he's going for a kiss...then veers up, ghosting over his jaw to murmur in his ear, voice dripping with amusement.

'Even gods of mischief have to work harder for me, gorgeous.'

And he's not cheating on Sherlock, not for a god, not even just a kiss, not for anyone. But if he were going to, Loki would probably be in with a shout. As it is, he's laughing, and he's gone.