"And we wouldn't want that," Emma replied crisply. "If you wanted a sycophant, Tony darling, you could have called one of those other women you spoke of. But instead, you decided to meet with me. Emma Frost." She said, her tone implying that simply evocation of her name alone should send him into fits of delight. "The White Queen of the Hellfire Club.
"And yes, it is true. I have been wondering how long you'll be keep me waiting. I do have other appointments this afternoon," Emma sniffed, completely un-phased by Tony's rather crude phrase-ology.
Her eyes flickered to where he indicated, the lobbyists and rabble-rousers. "I think I've heard enough. You know..." she started, leaning and lowering her voice. "I could mind wipe the whole lot of them, iffin' you think you've heard enough too," she offered.