Homegirl knew how to maintain a mood, Tony had to give her that. It wasn't a good one, not many dudes were into that pinch of tension at the back of their neck, but persistence was an admirable quality. The thought that this was actually her version of warming up, what with Tony not being stabbed again yet, made him actually rub at the knot and try to shake it out before sliding into the car as well.
"So is it my good looks or my car that's keeping me alive? 'All of the above' is also an acceptable answer," he asked, pausing just long enough to flash her a grin before interrupting the conversation with the rumble of the engine and a little smile of delight that had nothing to do with her. Tony liked new cars. Fast cars. He definitely wasn't coming back next year.