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“Mmm, I think I am.” Summer shook her head. “I don’t photograph well at all. You’re very kind to lie to me so, but I know what I look like.” The face she made at him was confused and vaguely suspicious. “Now why does that make your curiosity perk up? “
Tony just shrugged nonchalantly. “Guess I just assumed that it was some other weird power you had.” He smiled, “So…I guess what you’re saying is, I should just stop staring and take a picture because it will last longer.”
“Either take a picture or let’s get off the street. I mean, if you want to hurt yourself staring at me, I don’t really care, but I’d rather not stand outside and do it.” She paused. “… what on earth would you /do/ with a picture of me? Wouldn’t the real thing be better? More correctly, wouldn’t someone better-looking and willing to go home with you be better?”
“Geeze. Talking about taking me home already? At least buy me dinner first!~” Tony chuckled with a charming smile. “Anyway, you’re plenty attractive,” he said as he moved the both of them off the street and onto the sidewalk.
Summer rolled her eyes, but she couldn’t help smiling back. “I didn’t mean me at all. And you can stop trying to flatter me. I really do know what I look like.” She tapped a finger on her mouth, eyeing him up and down. “You didn’t answer my question, either. Do you make a habit of avoiding questions?”
Tony bobbed his head from side to side lightly. “I wouldn’t say I was, avoiding. I like to think of it as, gracefully sidestepping.” A rather sarcastic, smug grin spread across his face, as he continued to avoid the lingering question. “I’m pretty good at flattery. Especially when it comes to myself.~” The arrogant smile never left his lips.
“Ah, well, the world knows how you think of yourself, Mr Stark. But I am asking you to stop telling me pretty lies and answer a simple question. Come now, is it so hard?” Why was she even pressing the point like this, she wondered to herself. Because what /her/ ego really needed was to be squashed by Tony Stark, master playboy.