She seemed sincere in her praise, and Loki raised his eyebrows and smiled.
He gave a little bow. “My pleasure, Miss Sigyn. Now, this way, if you please.” He held one hand out while taking a short step towards the bed.
Sigyn held her hands up in protest. “Truly, I can’t put you out of your own bed. The couch is more than good enough for someone like me. Please.”
He gave her a somewhat lascivious look. “It seems we are at an impasse. Perhaps… a compromise?” He emphasized the debauched look with a cocked eyebrow.
She ducked her head hard, amazement transmuting to … something else. He was handsome, fascinating, alluring, and she was out of her depth. “Is that what you want, my lord? I … ” She gave him an unintentionally appealing look from under her eyelashes, licking her lips.