Not so long ago, she would have thought it a weakness, the way something inside her flutters and comes to life with his words. Maybe a part of her is still a little afraid it might be, but it's a quiet part, at least now, and she smiles down at Loki, a genuinely besotted smile.

"Well, who wouldn't?" she asks, sinking her fingers into his hair.

No one would, really, she's never let anyone and she had thought it might feel like giving up. Instead it feels like giving into something, something good, and Sylvie lifts her hips, pushing down the waist of her pants and underwear to help him.