His flinch was just a tick under Tony's eye, contained enough to have the muscles in his neck and along his abdomen jumping with the effort, barely relaxing when she didn't actually knock him out. Still, even with his stomach twitching, his smile was honest, two fingers hooking around hers. His were rough, built to withstand high temperatures and sharp edges, guitar strings and razor detail, contrast to the soft hands of a killer. Tony was looking down to watch then together, and had to look up through his lashes to catch her eye again.
"Maybe not, but it would be fun to find out," he admitted. He had to wonder just how often she actually got hit on. If it was alien to her. Hard to imagine, looking at her, but knowing that she would break your neck for looking at her a way she didn't like had Tony wondering if many people got close enough to expand her 'lover' techniques quite as much as her 'fighter' techniques.