“Oho! Flattery will get you everywhere.” She shook her head, but couldn’t help smiling. “Let me see, what else /can/ I tell you about yourself. You don’t seem to like yourself very much, Mr Stark. Or am I not supposed to know that?”
“Yeah, what can I say? I’m crazy like that.” He shrugged. There was that half-smirk again, playing around his lips, as if he was deciding whether the situation was amusing to warrant a full smile. ” And what makes you think I don’t like myself?” he asked nonchalantly.
“I cheat.” She laid a fingertip to her temple, eyes dancing. “I know the things no one else knows. The things you can’t admit to yourself.” Summer shook her head again. “Let’s don’t do that, though. I don’t want to rummage in your head.”