Loki slightly flinched when he felt her hands - soft and tender hands - place pressure upon his somewhat-scarred body. The Jotun became quite sensitive whenever it came to touch, whether from abusive or gentle hands. The very trauma of what her father did to him, remained with him. It never seemed to disappear, and it continues to flash before his eyes, whenever the slave felt he had made a mistake. However, he tried to shake them off, and do as he was told, with the right amount of posture that the Queen expected of him. 

When the princess was younger, he wasn't permitted to look away from her, considering that she was but a child. Now that she was nearly of age, Loki showed his most-respect by not looking her in the eye, like everybody else in palace. However, he allowed her to touch his face, although he, once again, flinched from the contact. As much as he tried to not look at her, he had no choice but to risk it, at her command. 

It was one of the few times he had ever looked her in the face, mainly when no one was around. There was a sharp contrast, he noticed, between the princess and the king: Her, having the touch of an angel; him, aggression. The very description fit with the tone of her voice. It sounded like she was making a promise, and Loki's eyes widened, as soon as he saw the streaks on her face. Was this sympathy? The kind that he had never seen, during his time in the palace? "Your majesty, please....", he said, looking away from her, closing his eyes.