Oh? *curiosity is vibrant in her voice* Not productive, not alone, not parties, not anything, it seems. Not quite lies and not quite truths. What /are/ you, Mr Stark?
-glances over, giving the woman a half-hearted smile- That’s a good question.
What do you want to be? *hugs his arm a little bit, sympathetically*
Ah, an even better question -chuckles lightly- A little too deep for me to handle this evening, though. Maybe I’ll know tomorrow.
There /is/ that. Sorry, I have a terrible tendency to pry at people. I … I’m always curious about what makes people like you tick. *glances around* Is this the place?