Emma's eyebrows flattened during Tony's tangent. Emma hadn't been sure whether or not boredom was an emotion until just now, because that's exactly how she felt. She wans't here to discuss Tony's dating habits, or lack their of or his ways with the fairer sex. No, Emma had one thing on mind.
"How dreadful for you," she commented, her words all but lost during his diatribe.
And as a telepath, it was moments like these, when she had to suffer through Tony bloviating about this or that, that she wished he wasn't blocking his thoughts. Verbal communication was so inefficient. And a waste of important breath. She perked up, though, when he was finished and before he could get another word in edgewise, she lifted her finger to his mouth and held it there.