He had to mirror the pose because, gosh, who wouldn't love people talking about them? Only his waggle was far more lascivious, like he hoped she would divulge what exactly Kitty had to say about their brief encounter and her fantasy of the diving date in explicit detail. He really didn't mind speculation on his bedroom technique, honest; he could help. It didn't feel like so much fun once Wicked looked away, though, making him purse his lips and let his gaze slide back to the box in his lap where he had tucked his sunglasses along with his new toys.
Her adept observation earned the shrug of one shoulder as Tony leaned back with his glasses back on and relaxed in his best approximation of the recline she found him in, his smirk slow like she had brought up a difficult child. "Bad first impression," he excused. "Victim of misadventure." He never got the chance to tell her about that, though, did he? "Would you believe me if I told you there's a parallel dimension where you reap souls for the Brotherhood? We don't know each other, by the way. Apparently those social circles don't cross over." Of course, that seemed so obvious now.