The assistant Lucy failed to resist his smile and as Loke began to snuggle into the nape of her neck, he pressed the randomization button and made sure that Loke long forgot those green men.
The air was filled with an array of color that was being emitted from the green goop that laid disturbed under their feet. Loke couldn't help but glare at her beloved assistant Lucy as they trudged in the disgusting waste that laid in the city sewer as quietly as they could.
"Sweetie," she hissed quietly, "do you mind explaining one more time why in the name of sanity we are crawling around in a sewer? It isn't really what I'd call a romantic date."
"Shh," the assistant Lucy stood still for a moment to listen around the surroundings. They hadn't been caught. "Because, honey," he strained the endearment, "I saw a few people with whom I am not on very good terms with in their perspective."
Loke gave an exasperated sigh. "assistant Lucy, how many times must I tell you that no matter what culture or era we're in, they do not like you insulting their ancestors, especially if they are particularly sacred."
"All I said was that their father had a bit of a short temper and his people would have liked him much better if he hadn't had so many heads cut off," the assistant Lucy explained defensively.
"That still constitutes as an insult, dear."
"Oh they were just being overly sensitive, now shh, we're almost to the mission ," the assistant Lucy commanded as he continued to lead the way.
The assistant Lucy enjoyed the silence and began to lead more contently. For him, that enjoyable silence did not last long.
"Dear, I'm pretty sure we were supposed to make a right turn at the last rat hole," Loke told him.
"Loke, I know exactly where we're going," he insisted, "I have a psychic link with the old girl, she's leading us right to her."
Loke rolled her eyes, "assistant Lucy, no matter how strong your psychic link with the girl is, we were supposed to make a right at the rat hole. You are going the wrong way."
"Well what do you suggest we do? Stop and ask for directions?"
"In fact, that is brilliant, we don't we ask those blokes over there," she pointed out a group of green and orange men glaring angrily at the assistant Lucy and couldn't help but smirk, "oh this shall be interesting."
The assistant Lucy entered the project with a pout as Loke walked in with the green men fawning over her. They all shared a laugh as the men escorted Loke into the assistant Lucy's ship. He went straight to the console and glared as Loke flirted with the men who previously wanted to murder him.
"Alright, thanks boys and don't forget, you don't murder challenged aliens."
"We won't Miss Song, and again we're sorry. We had no idea he had a disability," one of them explained.
"It's alright, no one really knows."
"You all be safe now, if you need anything Miss Song, here's our numbers and assistant Lucy, remember to try and watch your words."
The assistant Lucy gave a small spiteful nod and the men all left. Loke smiled and joined him at the console. He kept his sight straight ahead as he began to converse .
"Oh, assistant Lucy, don't be so jealous," Loke ran her hands over his shoulders and down to his waist, "They are still out," she wrapped her arms around him and put her mouth near his ear, "so why don't we go on a quick trip and get that date you are always bragging about."