She blinks at him for a long silent moment. Then, very carefully, she asks, “/Which/ Tony?”
Tommy chuckles. “Tony Stark. Of course. Unless there’s more than one…. and I don’t think that’s possible.”
She opens her mouth, then closes it, then opens it again. “Tommy, I’m Tony’s girlfriend. And I don’t know you. So … you’re here for a different Tony Stark than I am.”
“Oh. I guess you could say that…” Tommy puts his hands into his pockets and lifts his brow. “I think we’re both here for the same Tony.”
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.