Physical contact had never been her favorite thing, mostly because it left one wide open for an attack and it gave someone else the power; Elektra didn't like that. So when Tony reached out and wrapped his fingers around her wrist, pulling her forward she was surprised when she fell close to him and didn't push him to the pavement instead. The pen tip tickled her palm as his number was scrawled there.
She warily watched the other man from over the businessman's shoulder, but he remained unmoved by the action as if his boss did this all the time. Elektra wouldn't be surprised if he did. His lips against her neck, right below her ear was enough to break the sear concentration she was known for. The assassin surprised herself in letting him linger longer than most would have been breathing at this point. Perhaps she didn't want to lose the safety in that warmth, but after a moment she pulled away.
"Nice to see you again, Mr. Stark," she said with a glance at the other man, before she was gone, disappearing into the crowd of holiday travellers.