"Loki," she spoke softly, turning her hand, giving his fingers a squeeze. She was still pressed against him, and very aware of it now, with his fingers fisted in the cloth at her waist. She felt her cheeks heat slightly and unconsciously took a step backwards, although the movement was reluctant. She hadn't really wanted to, but at the moment, she was very conscious of what she should or should not do. She still kept hold of his hand however, unable to relinquish that just yet.

"Then what can I do, Loki?' she asked him softly, still searching his face. "What is it you need?"