[Eliot's eyes widened when he finally realized how badly he must have hurt Loki with that mindless display. He really hadn't meant anything with the waitress back there, it was purely just testosterone and his natural instinct around women.]

I'm sorry. [He says so softly, the words whispered into Loki's hair where the god had tucked his head against his shoulder.] I hadn't realized—... I didn't know.

[Eliot can't promise he won't smile at other women though, or that he won't be nice to other females, but he can try to not flirt with any of them around Loki. His hand continued its soft stroking motion in Loki's hair as he held the trickster close to him.]

I'll try. It's just the way I am and... I'll try.

[To be honest, Eliot wasn't happy about needing to curb his instincts, and he wanted to growl, but his inner wolf didn't want to displease his alpha. Frankly, Loki meant more to him than those faceless females out there.]

You knew nothin' was gonna happen between me and her, right?