This Jadzia really knows how to banter, and Loki appreciates the ability greatly. For a fleeting moment he wonders if perhaps he has just gone so long without interaction that he is falling too easily into this trap. Maybe he's so starved that he's latching onto any hint of open friendliness a little too easily; maybe he should back out before this weakness overcomes him.

But that spark of deviousness in Jadzia's eyes has him caught where he stands, that smirk on her painted lips proving to be too playful for him to respond with an unforgiving chill. Though his instincts urge him to retaliate, the woman's presence is melting something in Loki's chest slowly, and he's not entirely aware of it yet.

"You surely can attract a certain kind of company, at least," Loki remarks over the rim of his drink's mug before sipping at the beverage. He wonders what Jadzia intends for this to lead to. If she is vacationing alone, he suspects she doesn't make long-term connections often. Not that he doesn't either, but he's...simply curious. "Is talking all you enjoy from strangers?"

It completely escapes Loki how inappropriate that query could be taken.