Her eyebrows did a little lift-and-lower dance of confusion. “I’m sorry, are we back to the heavy stuff? Yes, alright, I was being sarcastic; I can look into your heart so of course I trust you.” She rolled her eyes at him and turned around. Sotto voce, she added, “It’s not like you’re actually going to be interested in me anyway. Not that way.”
Tony gave her a curious look but didn’t press her further. Instead, watched her as she took in all the apartment had to offer aesthetically. “Hmph,” he chuckled under his breath and shook his head. “And what would make you so sure? You say you know my reputation, shouldn’t you believe I’m interested in everyone,” he smirked.
Her shoulders slumped, head tilting downward. “I’m not everyone. I’m sure because I know myself. I know what I look like, what I act like. I’m not attractive, not pretty. Too short, too skinny, mouth too wide, hair too long, tongue too sharp.” It spilled out like popping a water balloon.