To good business. That seemed like a good thing to toast, if not completely dreary. She quirked a brow though, amused smirk claiming her features at his amendment. She lifted her glass in salute before lifting the flute to her glossed lips taking a small sip. Emma returned the glass to the bar and regarding Tony once more. She, too, leaned in to better be able to hear his whispered words.
"You hear correctly," she confirmed. "Though who can say what the future holds," Emma supplied.
Back, though, implied loyalties. Emma wasn't sure if that's quite where her allegiances lied at the moment. In fact, Emma had always been something of a free agent, free from Xavier's gospel, to do as she pleased. She simply wouldn't be Emma Frost if she didn't pledge her faith in anyone but herself. ...Not that this was any of Tony's business, Emma's business, but he was free to ask, just as she was free to deny him the information. She quite liked denying Tony, too.
She watched Tony, watching her and decided to take conversation in a completely different direction. "If you see something you like, darling..."