[It takes David longer to get there, and he doesn't look impressed by Loki at all. Still dressed in business casual from the office, he walks right over to the table Loki's at and sits down, a stern look on his face.]

No, I'll be able to do this without that. And I don't want the cloak. I want your sleeve. Cloaks come and go and can be traded among people. You're a Loki, all of you wear clothing that seems like it was made just for you.

[Extremely scary girlfriend? No, David doesn't buy that either.]

Who are you dating?