She bit her lip as he growled, smothering any reaction she may have had to it, before shrugging. "My boss can see everything I build, no point in it really...I don't need Stark butting into all of my creations."
At his question, she laughed, wondering which answer she should give him, before going with the truthful...but less..murderous version. She leaned into his ear. "I build technology..computers...robots...puzzle traps..." The words were soft, seductive, an obvious love and interest in her work clear in her tone.
Technology was foreplay to Enigma...building it, masterbation.