Moloch puts his hand on the mug and pushes it back toward Loki. He notices the gaze and runs his tongue over his teeth.

"My taste for drinks isn't so common." Moloch grins wickedly. "I am the Horrid King by title."

He kept pushing the cup and stepped forward into Loki's personal space. It's getting hard to tell if this is sensual or predatory action. The smile hasn't faded. "I thought you likes people close to you."