"Fine, I guess. It's going," Betsy said, but despite the bland answer, she did smile almost cheekily. Everyone knew how things were, so that wasn't really what he was asking. All Betsy could think of was that at least she was getting laid regularly.
Without quite meaning to, she cast a look over at Raven and her smile faded away from mischievous and to something a little more genuine before she brought her eyes back to Tony.
"And yourself?" It was the same vague question he'd asked her, but she really was curious to learn more about him. He was Tony Stark, after all, and while Betsy wasn't awed by the money -- both because it didn't matter anymore and also because she'd been raised around money -- she was certainly interested in the whole genius thing. She'd always been drawn to exceptional people.