"Well, you might extend me an invitation, and I'll see if I can rearrange my schedule." Her eyes glittered with mirth, finding to her surprise that she didn't mind his company, as long as the situation stayed under control. "My dance card is open."
The questioning hope in his eyes at the end of the dance confused her, and he'd held it just a moment too long. Her stomach gave a little flutter, which she indulged, but also ignored. Oh, Tony Stark, you're the perfect gentleman rogue, aren't you? It had been a long time since she'd flirted like this, and she'd made up her mind to enjoy it. She was too old for girlish infatuations, and too sensible to believe that he meant it.