[ Like magnets, his hands automatically lift to settle on Loki's hips when he steps in close enough, those black-nailed hands sliding up his chest feeling intimately familiar and yet also incredibly strange after so long since they saw each other last.

He lifts his chin a little to deepen their kiss just slightly, just enough to enjoy it. ]

I told you not to worry about dinner because I already made it. Before I went to find you.

[ Assuming Loki hasn't eaten since their confrontation in the mess hall, he's probably starting to feel a tad peckish. ]

But if you had something else in mind...