Re: Stark Tower: Robert/Selina
It makes sense to be cautious. [A very deliberate echo, and her tone said she'd heard this all before. But he moved right into aliens, and aliens were safe, or so she thought. She nodded. Yes, aliens, but his subsequent words were much more interesting. Anger? Maybe, and he stepped closer, and that was different. The frown on his face? Not so much, but the advance, when she was expecting a retreat. Huh, and she leaned forward just before he stepped away, just after that hard breath that said she'd pushed a button while trying to push a different button entirely.]
You don't need to back away. I'm not scared of you. [In case it needed to be said; she couldn't tell.] But, no, I refuse to use that word. [She said it with distaste, and she lived in that same place Tony did, protective and entirely disapproving.] It's just you, deliberate, mistakenly, mutated, whatever. It's not an other anything. It's a very basic, very childlike you. Oh? And angry, but protective too. [She'd learned that the hard way, but she still wasn't afraid.
She slid forward on the desk when his smile returned; it wasn't deliberate.]
I know all about Betty. [Pause.] But I didn't know that. [She would've asked more questions right then, but he started stammering and rushing, apologizing, and she chuckled. Warm and smoky, and she let him have a moment to get it back together. Instead, she motioned to his clothes with another jangle of the glittering jewels on her wrists. Black gloves, claws retracted, and she smiled.] I've never seen this. When we were together? You lived in Chinatown, and laundry and clothing? So not your thing. Those must be all Tony. [Her grin went teasing.] You liked the homeless look, I think.