Funny, Tony would have pegged her for the violently independent feminist type. Then again, she was a little more in control than some of the crazies he'd found himself sharing lunch with over the years. "My mom only taught me that I was her perfect, beautiful baby boy," he smirked, fully aware of his ego in the statement and all of the complexes a proud Italian mother would leave their son with and call it a job well done.
He rather liked that she was back to smiling with him, and that one he could almost believe, so the effort to keep the mood light was maintained. Food was eaten, drinks poured, waiters teased and the moon slowly revealed itself to shine its light on the ocean in a sharp streak on the dark waters. Tony couldn't really say he enjoyed Elektra's company, she was a bit too hard to read and, well, hard in general, but it was certainly an interesting experience. One he figured he wouldn't mind getting used to, if she really was going to start playing for the winning team. He certainly wouldn't mind having hips like that hanging around HQ to admire.