Tony had wondered how long it would be until she brought that up.
The dinners and events and anything else he could talk Pepper into going to with him were rapidly taking an importance that both surprised and scared the shit out of him. Tony Stark didn't date, but here he was, attempting to do exactly that with a woman who didn't fit most of his flings. Well, except those legs.
He sometimes wondered if it was just because she was so good at playing hard to get (he told himself it had to be playing; even his ego wasn't bulletproof) but she wasn't remotely the first woman who was disinterested. Usually he just moved on and forgot about it. Even now, he knew as well as he knew his name that he could never just forget her.
"Well, it's sort of how I think of you. I mean, how I want to."