She was close enough for Tony to watch her eyelashes fan against her cheeks when she blinked, and he could just feel her heat on the back of his hand. What a tease. If he wasn't so sure he would land on the coroner's table, he might have pushed her back to topple onto the bed.
He did kind of like that he was at least intriguing, though. If not completely irresistible. They could work up to that. When she stepped away, he could finally breath again, slowly deflating him even though the relief came with a small smile. The hand that had curled into a fist flattened against his stomach, feeling his muscles jump in their anxiety under his fingers.
"Does that mean you'll take a ride with me?" he asked, jerking a thumb over his shoulder to demonstrate he wasn't so uncreative to not come up with a better innuendo than that. Most of the time.