Loki, Season 1

Loki:
A pity the old woman chose to die, don't you think?

Sylvie:
She was in love.

Loki:
She hated him.

Sylvie:
Maybe love is hate.

Loki:
Should probably remember that. [materializes a quill pen and paper] What was that? [writing] "Love is... Love is hate."

Sylvie:
Oh, piss off!

[Loki makes the quill pen and paper disappear again]

Loki:
So, on the subject of love, is there a lucky beau waiting for you at the end of this crusade?

Sylvie:
[sarcastically] Yeah, there is, actually. I managed to maintain quite a serious long-distance relationship with a postman whilst running across time from one apocalypse to another.

Loki:
And with charm like that, who could resist you?

Sylvie:
Well, people are quite willing in the face of certain doom.

Loki:
I'm sure they are.

Sylvie:
It was only ever just to keep me going. How about you? You're a prince. Must've been would-be-princesses or perhaps, another prince.

Loki:
A bit of both. I suspect the same as you. But, nothing ever...

Sylvie:
...real.

[Loki nods]