“You are astonishingly good,” she paused to shudder, “at avoiding the actual question.” She ran her gaze up his body in contemplation, then reached out and smacked his leg. “You’ll stay uncomfortable until you answer the question.”“And you are still amazing at complicating the simplest words,” he replied, with earnest sarcasm. “Sometimes, things really are just that obvious. I’d say it’s obvious I’d like fuck, but in order for that to happen, you gotta stop dilly-dallying.” He tugged pointedly at the tie and arched one eyebrow. “Not much I can actually do at the moment.”
“Details, Tony. /Details/.” Summer smacked him again, harder, on the stomach. Then she shook her hand. “Ow. You don’t get what you want until /I/ get what I want, and what I want is to listen to you describe to me exactly what you want to do.”