Shifting slightly in his seat in front of the window, Loki chuckled softly in his throat. His lips curled into a smile and he spoke, seductively in Tony's ear,

"Oh, Mr. Stark..." Loki purred. "Of course I can dance... Why do you ask? Are you planning to sweep me off my feet?" Ohh, how Loki craved to be near Tony. Loki was helplessly attracted to intelligence... The arrogance, however, excited him more than he could express. It was hard for Loki to keep his thoughts to himself and he found that his words... these words:

"Oh, I'd love to see you try to out dance me, Anthony Stark." Slipped from his mouth, into Tony's mind. Damn. Loki needed to keep himself in check better, he didn't need Tony to know quite how desperate he was to see him, how much he needed Tony. Loki let out a long sigh, hoping that Tony would return his feelings.