Re: Lex Luthor
Flirting with receptionists was one of Tony's small pleasures in life. When he needed an explanation for why that didn't involve sex - though the quick flash of cleavage was always appreciated - he usually oscillated between pointing to his general nature and to the slightly-less egotistical idea that being rude to people was just casual carelessness of the sort he was trying very hard to avoid nowadays. Besides, it was usually just easier for him to be nice - which usually meant flirting on reflex - than not.
And in this case, it got them what they needed. "No weapons or recorders," he promised the bodyguard, still a little flippantly. This was more of a defensive measure; if she searched them, she wouldn't find weapons, no, but she would find his arc reactor, and he liked to keep the number of people who knew that it was actually embedded in his chest down to a bare minimum.
But then the man of the hour appeared, and he was spared having to flirt his way out of the search. He followed Luthor up into his office, thinking through how best to approach this conversation.
"I've seen the presidential ads," he said. "You're looking to change America. Make things better. Why not the world?"