That was a dangerous question. As options went, there weren't very good ones: honest, and risk offending everything she was by picking everything she wasn't, or the obvious lie that described her perfectly. That was, as perfectly as Tony was able, and he was confident in his assessment. His numbers were never wrong. Her knee tucked to her chest seemed defensive, for example, keeping her closed off and displaying a clear challenge for him to attempt the lie. Or, as Tony would prefer to call it, coincidental truth.
He hummed thoughtfully, respecting her defense and keeping to his recline against the window frame, hands to himself and smile easy. "I hope she has green eyes," he started, apologetic, but not really. "She's unexpected, showing only one side of herself, say, playful, sexual, effortlessly magnetic, a little exotic in a way I can't quite put my finger on, but there's the mystery. She surprises me by being so completely confident and in control, and when she needs to be serious she can run a ship like a hardened officer, and no one even thinks to question her." With a bright grin he glanced away like he might picture her, and he only looked back to question, "Do you think that's asking too much?"