"Em," Tony huffed from his crouched position at the helm of her security system, that was mediocre at best. "Baby, honey, when do you ever accept anything that isn't top of the line? I don't think it should stop at your security. No offense to the pork bellies downstairs."
It was a rhetorical question. Emma was a lady of pristine senses and appeals in all matter of speaking. The finest of society's well-to-do women. But she had class, much more than him, thankfully. Yet classy wasn't safe. While the system may have fit well with the arrangement of her upscale place, the technology had made Tony scoff upon sight.
To let his girl sleep and keep her things in a place she considered safe when he was sure it couldn't tell the difference between a rat and a thief (more notably a mutant activist of the terrorizing sort)? He wasn't about to just let that one sit. "Your confidence in my capabilities is just...it gets me through the day. Not only will you have everything as you should but a fly won't be able to get in here undetected."