( Loki looks between Dante and Eryn with a raised eyebrow as he takes a sip of his ale, watching the scene unfold in front of him with a curl of amusement on his lips. So, then. Dante does have feelings after all—or at the very least can take the occasional break from his easygoing disinterest to get all cow-eyed about a bartender. Eryn's low-key scorn is enough to pull a smile to Loki's lips: it's always more fun to tease someone when there are two people in on it, after all. )

... I see. So, that's why you were angling for me to join you.

( He sighs, feigning disappointment as he puts the rest of his slice back on the plate. )

If I'd known you were just looking for someone to foot your bill—so you can afford to wine and dine "the girls", no doubt—I wouldn't have bothered coming.

( Loki doesn't spare Dante another glance before turning to Eryn, his expression lifting into something light and charming. He doesn't comment on the fact that just about anyone could count as more refined than Dante, but as much is almost certainly obvious to all three of them. )

And please, I insist on paying for myself. A glass of red wine would be very welcome, thank you.