"He is quite delicate out of the armor." Valkyrie remarked, lips pressing into the glass for another round--once Loki had ceremonially shared the initial round, she was shooting off into her own pace, tipping well back in her seat.

"Whew! Alright." She slammed the glass down once more, making the room tremble with even more force, less and less mindful of her own strength with each indulgence. "I still can't believe that, by the way."