Tony wasn't regularly cited as being predictable and accommodating, so it shouldn't have been much of a surprise was a far less simple, "Yes and no." It came with a smirk, muscles flexing with a shrug, Tony fully aware that this could mean anything and not about to explain it. The yes was mostly still just as plain and simple as it could have been, but getting rid of her and easily avoiding fatality for another day wasn't quite as alluring as getting her to like him.
"But I'm sorry I didn't make my position clear, here it is: I don't need any sexy ninja assassins working for me, I just make cool gadgets. It would be a waste sticking you in a welding mask and locking you in a basement. But I have a particular interest in the well-being of S.H.I.E.L.D., and they obviously need someone competent up there. Graveside manner notwithstanding." One hand had escaped his pocket while he talked, fluttering to illustrate and finally landing on his stomach, absently bunching the fabric of his shirt in his fingers. Is that why she had been so accommodating last time, she thought this was a private contract? The minute Tony needed someone else to discreetly carry out his dirty deeds-- well. He hoped that minute never came. He probably wouldn't like spreading that secret around. In the case that this information suddenly dissolved the unspoken pact that had kept him alive so far, the case leaning inconspicuously at the end of the dresser clicked unlocked in anticipation.