Another raising of the eyebrow comes and Tony looks from the redhead to the bartender and then back again. "Are you sure you're not a Russian spy sent here to make me fall in lust with you, only to turn around and threaten to kill me if I don't hand over governement military plans? Because... those are the only kind of women that seem to share my taste in liquor." All this is said, while a hand is waved in the bartender's direction to make sure he supplies the top shelf scotch this time.
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