"I am sure if you were truly committed you could make yourself blush with magic." Sif grumbled in jest. She wasn't sure of any of that, in truth, but it seemed like the kind of thing magic could take care of.

Here they now were dissecting the terms in which certain expressions had been used by her, and while Loki spoke Sif rolled her eyes and set her jaw, but her heart wasn't truly in it. She chuckled in dismissal of his suggestion. "Oh I doubt it. Perhaps it was said to make a point in a situation of exasperation on my part." She said, wide eyed as though it had been the obvious meaning behind it. With an amused smile Sif leaned in closer, voice purposefully becoming huskier. "Or perhaps you do have a pretty face after all, and I can no longer hide that I think so."