Re: In-person: Selina/Tony & Rosalind
No. [Distractedly.] He's gone too. [He held up his fist and flexed his fingers down into his knuckles. The gauntlet didn't move on his skin, didn't slide around like bangles. It stuck--and it flexed. Or rather they. All the tiny, tiny scales. ]
If you use this as an excuse not to get close to anybody, it reflects poorly on you.