"Oh?" Gamora couldn't help the way she seemed to return his smile even if it was brief. Flirting was still a little lost on her as far as returning it went. She could at least recognise it, and her curiousity was certainly piqued by Loki. "Do you have plans for me already, Silvertongue?"

"You're very good at reading people, aren't you?" Of course she was well-versed in combat. Thanos and Ronan had trained her to be a Galaxy Class Killer. Dancing was an escape, and one she didn't share with many people from the start. Yes, Loki was definitely going to be trouble for her.

After a moment Gamora moved to cover his hand with her own as she gave it a small squeeze. She didn't let the touch linger, but she was sympathetic. How could she not be? "I'm so sorry. I'm the last of my kind. I know what it is to lose your people. Your world."