Loki turned back to Diana, raising an eyebrow at her. It would be so easy to let her in. One hand reached up to cover her hand on his shoulder, keeping it there. He had so many things that he would have loved to say to her, so many feelings he wanted to express. For years, he had known her and they had fun together, but it was always still so separate. There was always something missing. Loki always just chalked it up to not letting her in, not showing her the full him. The only people who knew him better than anyone would be Diana and Thor. And even then, neither of them saw all of it.

"We'll see," was all he said. "I'll go change into the gray one. We don't want to miss dinner and dancing, do we?"

He looked as if he was going to say something else, but did not. Instead, he turned away from her and went back into the dressing room. He was gone for some time, before he finally emerged in the gray suit. Behind him, the staff carried a few boxes, full of the black suit and two more like the one he was wearing. His original suit was also in one of the boxes.

"Did you want to try something on? I do like you in this, though." Loki reached out, gently trailing one of his hands slowly down her arm.