"My tastes are very eclectic, darling; I might surprise you." It's uttered dryly, the endearment a figure of speech rather than a flirt, but the angel's expression isn't unfriendly. Far from it. Loki looks like a Person of Interest. It takes a definite personality type to stride through the Nexus in leather, like he owns the place.

"Have I seen you at the pet store, by the way?" He gestures to the plastic bag on the table by him. "You look familiar. I've been buying toys for the kittens my fiance adopted. Little winged kittens."