"You've got to have the assets," Tony explained, cupping his hand a foot from his chest to illustrate, "and be about fifty bucks an hour if you want a nibble from him. Believe me, I've tried." He looked appropriately earnest until he let his chuckle slip into his glass, and he was still grinning at himself when he threw the straw out of his way out the window.
He couldn't bring himself to believe Cap could possibly not be somebody's type at all, or at least didn't break the whole concept of type. If he didn't appeal to her colouring preferences, surely he made up for it in every other possible way. "Anymore?" he parroted, waving Nick's love affairs aside to raise an inquisitive eyebrow. "There's got to be a story in that. Or I've just lured you to the side of Tall, Dark and Handsome."