I think most mortal food is vile. Well, most food in general, really.

[He liked Jane well enough, once, to be willing to help her out more. Does he like this Jane enough? That is really the question.

It's been far to easy already, to relax around her. To laugh. This is Jane, even if she isn't his Jane.

Ugh, fine. He sighs, having lost a silent argument with himself, one he wasn't even entirely aware of having.

Loki stops and takes a more firm grip on Jane's arm.]

Don't fight me.

[And then he stares off into indeterminate space for a moment, mentally calculating how to best contort local space to get the both of them where he wants to go.]