Tony was guileless. He was so guileless he didn’t even know what a guile was or how he could have one. Very picture of innocence here.
“Well, it’s just really hard to dance without music. I mean, you’re my girlfriend and I haven’t even managed a date without a shooting or painkillers or cars running into things… so, maybe not a perfect moment, but you gotta work with what you have, right?”
Tony shrugged, holding out a hand. “Can I have this dance, Ms. Potts?”