"Changing up. Surprising him. Being good." At that, Loki did roll his eyes. Rising to his feet, he walked over to her, running one of his hands down the length of her arm. "I'm not very good at being good," he said softly. "I'm the god of mischief. That is what I know." He sighed, leaning in to kiss her cheek. "A leopard does not change his spots easily."