"Well, here's hoping you are able to clear your dance card up just a bit," Loki said now waving Damian's king in the air as though he were ringing a bell, the smile on his face was one of genuine delight as opposed to the usual mischievous grin that always seemed to tug at the corner of his lips, "we now have a date and since you can handle yourself I'll just have to rely on you to handle me."

Raising Damian's king to eye level Loki offers the piece a significant look before tucking it away on the inside of his shirt as though it were something precious, and it might be, but who's to say? Once the chess piece is safe he tilts his head commiserating with Damian on his loss, but not begrudging his own win.

"I've had practice, but when you win the next round I'll do whatever you want then. Not that I'll make it easy on you, you don't seem like the type to forgive a gimme," shifting to his side Loki swing his legs up so they were propped on the table, crossing his legs at the ankles looking pleased with himself still.

"Ah, to answer your question I'm just an extradimensional being, we were worshipped as gods, but I don't know if that's accurate."