The easy way that he moved was a testament to the life that Tony had lived. Annie had never seen grace like his in the people she'd been friends with back home. They didn't have the luxury of the time it would take to become like that, and they didn't have the sense of safety it would need to tag along after.
She tried to stay in step as best she could. Walking in heels was one thing, dancing alone was one thing, being ushered around by another living being was kind of new still.
"You make a strong argument." She smiled, returning his kisses easily and eagerly. While she didn't know if she could give up the apartment over the shop, this idea of keeping it around as a backup appealed to her. It was the best of both worlds, really. "I'll have to know what color your toothbrush is, so mine doesn't clash."