Dangerously, Wanda's fingers skimmed just over a ticklish spot between Tony's shoulders, and his body couldn't decide how to react. His shoulders scrunched defensively, but he started to stretch up into the teasing until she was distracted. The moment the mother's eyes were on them, all of his tension was released, and his recline in the seat was dramatically casual with his gaze pointedly rolling across the park and his straw sucking hollowly at the dry bottom of his glass.
"What do I have to give you for another?" was her answer, Tony with a wry grin and trying to look enthusiastically eager and ready to sell his favourite Shelby to afford it. "You could work on the delivery-- I had a thought, you know nobody would notice me on my knees back there and you let me work my magic, it would kind of be like the secretary under the desk except it might actually improve your job performance. What do you think?" he offered, going back to his casual perusal of the grounds and shifting to cross his legs so his ankle just brushed hers. Only when he caught her eye again did his smirk begin to pluck at the corner of his mouth again, and his tongue dragged across his lip.