Sincerity. Loki couldn't do sincerity in any sort of real capacity. Sincerity meant vulnerability and letting people in. While he trusted Diana, more than most in his life, he still was that skittish child who couldn't do it. He'd tried with his father, tried with Thor and both had results that were less than par in terms of his standards. Letting someone get that close meant dropping a guard he wasn't ready to do yet.

Especially when he had no chance with the amazon for anything other than friendship.

He turned to her, giving her a soft smile. It was more honest than the smirks he normally wore around anyone. "Thank you. You are correct. My frame is somewhat oddly proportioned. Only one with the gift of tailoring will truly get it correct. And there's just something about wearing a suit that is tailored to your body, your curves," he murmured. "If doesn't just look right, it feels right. Against the skin."

Loki appreciated her more than she would ever know.