Hob knows Loki has a past, but it would be hard to imagine him so callous towards others. Not when he's been such a warm, lovely person since Hob met him. Hob finds the man endlessly charming in a way he's never experienced before. It's hard not to keep smiling around him, especially as they dance.

When he's dipped, Hob's face turns red with a blush, his arm securing itself around Loki's shoulder some more. When he's lifted up, his hold has them very close, his other hand on Loki's chest.

"It wouldn't take much convincing once anyone meets you. Though, I don't really have anyone to brag to these days."