She ordered the cranberry dish, withholding her answer to Tony until the server had left. “I was just thinking we might as well go ahead and be very public about things.” Her eyes glittered with mischief. “/Lots/ of PDA. Flashy gifts. Things like that.”
Tony snickered quietly. “Well then, tonight should be a good start,” he replied innocently, with absolutely no intent to tell her what he was talking about just yet. But it was, indeed, a flashy gift.
She twisted her lips, eyeing him. “You are a very bad man, Tony Stark, stirring up my curiosity that way.” One finger tapped the base of her glass. His stubborn was up, though, she could tell, so she changed the topic. “How are Wren’s wings coming along?”