"The great Tony Stark doesn't have an espresso machine?" She let her voice take a note of disappointment and followed him toward the exit. She had no intentions of going to bed with him, but a bit of late-night flirting and conversation would be nice, and maybe she could forge this alliance the way she wanted it. "I am quite fond of myself, I assure you, though I think prudishness is in the eye of the beholder. You'll have to make up your mind for yourself, on that one."