Loki offered the man a predatory look in exchange and clicked his fingers, summoning a mug of mead for him to drink. His eyes never left Moloch's, as he passed the mug over and carefully made sure the man wasn't about to bite his fingers off. That could happen and Loki knew it all too well with those sharp teeth of his.

"Oh, I do understand your words. Enjoyment could mean a vast range of things and I know a man of your calibre has probably delved into sordid varieties of enjoyment."

He stepped back after passing the angel his drink, clasping both hands behind his back and watching. The man was obviously trying to get into Loki's space and intimidate him, yet he stood his ground. It would take much more to intimidate Loki of Asgard. As for how Moloch was going to enjoy the evening, that was going to play out right here, right now.