Oh goodness, if there was one thing that could get her heart beating fast it was his passionate kissing. There weren't many men that could do that to her, most of them only wanted one thing from her - her money... and she typically only wanted one thing from them - their bodies. It was a win-win situation, however, with Tony, Emma felt something more. The tabloids didn't lie when they mentioned he was a fantastic kisser, but she didn't expect to have her breath taken away each time he pressed his lips to hers. It was a feeling that both drove her wild, and terrified her completely. Emma was a naturally passionate woman, but when it came to actually developing feelings, emotions, for a person she was the iciest bitch on the planet. Something about Tony just drew her to him, it was more than likely the fact that they were so similar, and Emma was just a vain person. Being with Tony Stark was like being with a male version of her. He was rich, powerful, successful, beautiful and a superhero - what more could a girl ever ask for in a man?
"Ah, but you gave those things willingly to me." She said once their lips parted. Nipping down on his bottom lip, she pulled back from his lips and looked at him, "Besides, those things are all expendable, I have no use for silly codes to buildings and armor. How about a compromise, we see how things go." In the end Emma's decision to NOT merge was final, but just keep him happy she would give him hope that there might be a possibility of a merge. It was the least she could give him, right? Hope. Not many people were given hope when dealing with Emma. She wasn't the type to sugar coat things, and leave people with much confidence, but... Tony was different, obviously.
Emma fell quiet for a moment when he mentioned the Mutant Registations and Sentinel program. She wanted to add that he only did that a few thousand mutants too late. The Civil War was a very difficult time for Emma, she attempted to remain neutral, but... things were getting too chaotic for her to stay quiet. Of course, the aftermath was no better, she didn't exactly go to the LIGHT side. Even now her alliances were shaky, but her heart was in all the right places. She wanted the betterment of mutants, not the genocide of them. That was ALWAYS her intentions, occasionally overzealous of intentions, but they weren't for the death of mutants.
Thank god he changed the subject to stocks, a curious look was given to him, "Hm, let's check again." Lips curled into a devious smirk, Emma knew the stock results all ready. There were good days for Frost International, and bad days. It was expected and Emma never questioned it as long as she was ahead of Microsoft and WalMart. Reaching over to the table where she tossed the paper earlier, hips intentionally pressed firmly against his groin as she snatched the paper from the table and began to sift through the pages. Finding the stock results easily, she turned the page so he could look. "The charts speak for themselves, darling." Smirking broadly, she looked down at him as he laid down beneath her. She loved coming out on top.