“Nononono, I mean, when you are working, sometimes I /can’t/ see you.” After all, if she agreed with him on the fascinating bit, his ego would shove them both out of the room. “After all, I don’t go with you on business trips. You make wonderful faces at the desk work.”
“Pretty sure I also say some wonderful things to the paperwork,” he added dryly. He was thoughtful for a second, then, before he decided, “If you went on business trips with me, I don’t think I’d ever actually get any business done on them.”
“Why Mr Stark, are you saying I’m a distraction?” Summer grinned at him mischievously, and draped one hand over his thigh perilously close to his crotch.