“Ooh, flattery will get you everywhere.” Summer winked. “It’s a good thing I’m in here alone, my ego will need the space if you keep that up.” She gestured to the loveseat. “You’re welcome to hang around, I wasn’t doing anything important. Do you sing?”
Tony felt like laughing at her blatant suggestive words just then, not at all taking them seriously, to his surprise. But he played along nonetheless and kept his laughs aside; he wasn’t exactly very keen to think hard about why he didn’t feel at ease with it all of the sudden. With a smile, he responded, “Yeah? That easy?”
He proceeded to follow her suggestion, taking a seat right beside her, and not thought it wasn’t needed to say anything about her ego comment. He felt the need to tell her about his but he decided he’d let her see that for herself. Keep it as a surprise for later; people liked that, didn’t they? “Hm, yeah. Used to be in a choir, to be honest. Girls’ choir. They were quite welcoming and open to have me there.
Summer didn’t bother to respond to his first comment with anything other than a slightly bent smile. Let him think what he liked; he didn’t mean it seriously, which meant it wasn’t worth pursuing. A bit of a shame, really. Celibacy wasn’t all it was cracked up to be.
“Liked your soprano, did they?” He was pretty clearly trying to shock her, get some kind of reaction; two could play at that game. Looking him over, she added, “I assume that wasn’t that long ago.”