Moira's smile was genuine this time, brighter than she meant it to be, pleased and amused by his response. It couldn't have been more perfectly what she wanted to hear. "I don't do business with war mongers, Tony," she promised, "only heroes." Extending her hand toward him, she hoped he'd been sincere about the offer, however playfully it was extended, expecting him to rise and help her to her feet. "I'd be delighted to dance."