[ Affecting chagrin with a touch to his heart, Loki's smile widens before he looks up from the water. A glint in his eye. ]

As a matter of fact, I own a quaint little watering hole by the name Trixie. [ Basement club, groundfloor modern tavern, firstfloor VIP lounge. Tiny, really. ] It's in the opposite direction to the perimeter guard, if you're ever in the mood to swing by for dinner and a dance.