Once Cricket starts trying to move, Loki settles some, laying flat in his grasp head leaning against his arm to make it less likely he'd be pitched in the process. So far the mortal had been treating him nicely which he liked, was very free with the compliments which he liked even better, and seemed likely to continue spoiling him which to be real he liked best of all.

Especially with the mention of food that had his ears pricking like tiny satellites, gaze turning towards Cricket with a brief windmilling of his tail in response.