He's shown to be a good sport so far at the very least.

Looking at her now though, Jim's wondering how he hadn't at least guessed that this was somehow Loki. Or at least, another one maybe. The posture and way of speaking is quintessential to the god of mischief he's become acquainted with.

"You really don't have to go out of your way like that for me but." Jim reaches a hand up to rub at the back of his neck, a sheepish smile on his face. "I do want to impress Felix's father. If you think it would help, I'd be willing to try just about anything."