"No doubt." He smirks slightly. Gods and angels being prideful was a cross-universe phenomenon, apparently. "Dorian Gray." He offers his hand for Loki to shake. If the God takes it, he'll shake and then hold it for a few seconds beyond what's polite, letting the other man feel his warmth and the effect of his presence. He appreciates Loki's playfulness and it doesn't hurt that he's easy on the eyes, either. "It's a pleasure.

Please. Can you do one flavored like a strawberry macaron?" He's craving the fruity taste mixed with the slight nutty flavor of the almond flour they're made with.