As she moved, Tony's breath caught in his throat, his mouth opening to...what, protest? What practiced line in your arsenal did you have for this situation, genius? His handling of Elektra so far had been clumsy at best, and he knew well enough that sugary words weren't going to save him from her death strike. So the noise he made was choked, and he had to will himself not to step back at her approach. Her death strike didn't come.
Slowly, carefully, he extracted on arm, then the other from the sleeves, and dropped the shirt there beside him. "Should I be taking advantage of it then?" he asked, the smirk in his voice barely touching his lips. She was quite right, though; this meeting was a little overdue. He appreciated the initiative, if not the tsking from his masseuse.