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Tony Stark (sansiron) wrote in silverage,

Tony choked on what little whiskey was left in his throat. "Both?" And it was amazing that Ianto could say that while looking at the Bunny the way he was. Tony almost recognised a bit of his own flirtatious manner in the smile. But how could someone look at a woman like that a claim to also be able to look at a man like that too? He was enlightened, but not that enlightened because men like him didn't have to be. There were reasons why other men's East Village proclivities didn't come up in polite conversation.

He shook his head. "Take my advice, Jones, and keep that to yourself in this city," he said. "At least up here. There're men with the same... preferences. I'm sure I know some of them. But it's not talked about. If you like women... well, there's no shortage. But the other-- well, don't use my reaction as a gauge. After all," he paused to raise his glass for another drink. "I'm an eccentric."

He wasn't --not really in his opinion, anyways-- but it was a decent public image to keep. He got away with more than the average businessman. "My acquaintances think I'm nuts --not that they'd ever say it-- for having Misty as my body guard. You don't have millions of dollars and a company to shield the blows." Tony was frank because the topic was already rather crass for well bred conversation.