She gave a nod, dismissing the group of chattering politicians no more mind. "Suit yourself."
After leaning close, her eyes pointed southern before lifting to look at him, brow raised. "And not completely. I just know what you're quick tongue is capable of," she purred. "It seems such a waste to use your talents on...talking." Straightening but remain within his comfort zone, she continued, "Also, it would hinder my talents of enjoying those talents. And you know how fond I am of working the best."
Emma continued walking straight on, as if nothing happened and not that Tony Stark had his hand where on her supple bottom at all. Things were going swimmingly she thought, even if she failed in garnering information from him (as she was wont to do from time to time) at least she'd have the memories of doing very naughty things with him in the back of a Rolls Royce.
"I was feeling fancy today," she said, the irony obviously not lost on Frost. Taking his hand in hers Emma lifted it to her mouth, where she greeted the tip of his finger with her tongue.