Gamora wanted to tell him to stop with the Lady thing again, but instead she just gave him a bemused look. Was he doing it to see how far he could push her? Maybe. It was true that she wouldn't want boring, and he was definitely not boring.

She waits to see if he repeats the name of the restaurant, that same expression on her features as she fought any urge to outwardly laugh. She filed the quirk away for later. Clearly Loki had standards even in names. "Good, I find Asian food to be one of the better foods of Earth."

When Gamora had her boots back on she was a lot closer to Loki in height. The platform heels had always helped her even in fights, and she was quietly grateful for them now that he couldn't tower over her quite so easily. "You know, it's okay if you want to ease up on that silver tongue. Save it for dinner. It would be a shame if you ran out of flattery before dessert."