"Pleasure, too," Moira assured him as they got up, a lilt in her voice that was just on the edge of a laugh. She read the newspapers, she knew at least the major events around the recent rampage from Iron Man. But they lived in a Marvelous world, where rampaging superheros and villains were somewhat commonplace, and she'd heard so many other conflicting reports about Tony Stark, it was hard to form an opinion on just one. She preferred making her own opinions, after all, and her comment about heroes had been made in faith: Moira was an optimist.
"Aside from trying to save the world through the sheer force of my personality?" Moira was more than happy to keep flirting. It had been so long since she'd had such an excellent dance partner, and Tony was the best: confidence, charisma, raw talent and impeccable training. "I've been locked up in my lab for so long, trying to solve the mysteries of genetics, I think I've almost forgotten what fun is."