I suppose there is something sprightly about slaying dragons.

[Though Loki is more prone to turning things into dragons and causing mayhem, but he liked the heroic angle.]

My deepest apologies? How shall I make up for it?

[He figures he could start by presenting the dish, inviting M to sit if he wanted to while the god of mischief poured wine. A light-bodied red, juicy wine tended to be his preference.]

I didn't think about a dessert, but thanks to a black eye and a Mister Bruce Wayne, I have plenty of ice cream.