She couldn't have chosen better words to throw the situation wildly out of control. There were some people, people like mild-mannered geneticists who wore bespoke to a toga party, that maybe you tempered some urges for, slowed your tongue and curbed the vulgar antics in favor of the romantic gesture. Tony, endless resources at his disposal, was really, very good at the romantic gesture, though practice perhaps cheapened that kind of show. He wouldn't apologize for that. He didn't apologize for much, though he might have felt fleetingly guilty for falling easily into old habits; "I have a car waiting, we could see how you feel about your schedule over breakfast."
Only fleetingly. Otherwise, he was perfectly serious, though he let her have her space to react to that invitation and kept his hands to himself. There was a suggestion, and then there was pushy. 'Wanna fuck?' wasn't quite as scandalously cute when you didn't wait for an answer.