Her gaze narrows. “Something is not right here. I /know/ you don’t know my Tony. Okay. We have an open relationship, but it’s not that open.” One hand gropes at her throat, fisting around something that sparkles.
Tommy shrugs. “Okay, okay.” He tilts his head and then crosses his arms. “Wh-what is that….?”
“Hm? Oh.” She opens her hand and shows him: a circular pendant, glittering blue, like an arc reactor. “Tony gave it to me, for Valentine’s Day.”