She wasn't left to deliberate long. Her fluttering was halted by Tony's fingertips light on her wrist, just a careful touch until he was sure she wasn't going to have a breakdown over it. He hadn't thought too much about the conversation they had over the phone, but in person it was unavoidable; this girl was an anxious mess. She didn't need to be relaxed, she needed to learn how. A laughable thought, to some, coming from Tony so tense then he could have been risking another heart attack, but there was a reason he was in control: to keep everyone else running smoothly. And he just loved to hear that perfectly tuned purr.
"I don't want to call you a car, sweetheart," he corrected, pausing long enough to watch her squirm and finding he needed to control a smirk. "I want to show you mine," he continued easily, hands slipping casually into his pockets for her to do what she wanted with that offer. If she didn't like it, Tony had a wealth of them.