"Remember what I said about effort? I'm not just some tartlet who'll climb into bed with you because you have more money that JK Rowling and Oprah combined. I am thoroughly unimpressed with Iron Man. Impress me, Tony, and then we can chat about that shower."

Even still, she leaned forward a little a pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. Nothing like a bowl of mixed signals for an appetizer. Speaking of, and because she was just going to pretend she wasn't secretly a softy underneath all that grump...

"I'm starving."