That wasn't cute. Tony's frown deepened with disappointment at her choice and offense at her assumption that he was going to be manipulated so easily. There was a fucking awful ache his chest to compete with the bump on his head, though. Mostly, he told himself, for the embarrassment over falling for this trick already.
"You're sick," he pointed out, unwilling to play along. He only had so much patience for her to get to her fucking point before he put her on the floor again. She was right; that was much more enjoyable than carrying on an empty conversation.