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Tony Stark (sansiron) wrote in silverage,

Rex was far more amiable to being being bothered while working on his cars than Tony was. Though, perhaps it had something to do with the fact that he was being bothered by his boss. Tony grinned when Rex slid out. "Nothing anywhere near as interesting as whatever it is you're working on, I'm sure." He raised an eyebrow and nodded at the Lincoln. It was a bit boxier than what he normally liked, but it still had its own beauty about it and he was sure that whatever Rex was doing to it would give it some kind of secret magic.

"D'you have a minute?" he asked, more out of politeness than necessity. "I wanted to talk about Saturday. I think that's the first time I've seen you really drive." And by 'drive' he meant 'steer a car in the most reckless way possible'. You know, the way Tony liked it.

He tapped his fingers against the hood of the Benz for a moment before impulsively shurgging off his dark grey jacket. "It was impressive." Gesturing to the Lincoln, Tony started rolling up his shirt sleeves. "I want to know why you learned to drive like that. And you can show me what you're working on while you tell me. I want to get my hands dirty."

Ianto was going to kill him.