Alexandrie could certainly oblige him in the manner he'd all but asked after.

Or she could instead continue to watch him intently and, once finished with the bite she'd taken as punctuation, resettle herself neatly in her chair so she is turned to him not just in the angle of her upper body but in her entirety— which effectively ends the polite pretention of equity betwixt her dinner companions (Sorry Julius)— with the sort of slow intentional movement that tends to draw every bit of attention a raised voice might, and produce her closed fan to settle the tip under his chin to 'pull' him towards her— assuming he is willing to be so guided— before closing whatever distance remains with her own lean to bring her lips near his ear.

"You," she repeats at a volume so low that only Loki is like to hear it, "are beautiful."

Which at this particular party is saying it again much louder.