I am glad you realize that, after all you cannot disagree on mischief with the god of mischief. I think that would be a form of blasphemy.

[He keeps grinning, actually not really taking his role as a deity very seriously.]

And...

[He stops talking because its obvious that her gaze is drifting off to another thing that is happening. Apparently Phil Coulson got himself stuck under some mistletoe...]

He found someone new while you are still longing for his neverending love?