[ His shoulders shake a little with suppressed laughter, watching Loki fumble pouring himself another very impressively-full glass. That he uses both hands to lift it to his face just underscores that he poured about half the bottle into his glass even as he slurps it down.

Chris takes a slow and staid sip of his own glass and tries to keep his smirking to a minimum. ]

I don't think expressing my very real thoughts and feelings counts as a hustle, does it?

[ Those wide eyes aren't fooling anyone, Christopher, not even the flustered godling across the table who's apparently well on his way to getting tipsy. ]

Would it be a hustle if I told you how pretty you look right now?