[And he truly does have her, what with his arm literally around her. She doesn't vanish from his grasp, though she easily could. Instead she laughs, thoroughly amused.]

I would. Thank you, monsieur. You've done wonderfully.

[Loki's tone is not openly patronizing and still, there's something behind her strange smile. Perhaps it's only to be expected from a god interacting with a mortal. She steps away, holding up a hand as to assuage any fears she may disappear again. And as she does, her form melts away in a shimmer of green magic, back to their original form and dress, that of a roguish trickster. They stretch, readjusting to their full height as their horns catch the light of the sun.]

I am Loki, God and Goddess of Stories. You believe me now, I hope. More importantly, did you have fun, Monsieur...?

[They ask like a mother picking their child up from a playdate. Perhaps their tone is slightly patronizing now. And while it might be fun to guess at his name, it would be embarrassing if they got it wrong. Gotta keep up godly appearances!]