Summer barely heard him over her continuing fit of the giggles. “J-jarvis,” she gasped, “it’s not supposed to be sanitary, it’s supposed to mark ownership. Or f-feel good.” The laughter overwhelmed her again.
-You can engage in such shenanigans enough for the both of us. I assure you, I don’t feel like I’m missing anything.-
“And I think he just told you to use your match-making skills elsewhere,” Tony added.
“Im-imagine Jarvis having sex,” she stammered, and howled again.
Tony snorted, though he was largely drowned out in her laughter, and elbowed her. ”Be nice. He’s gonna lock us in an elevator or something later.”
At that point she couldn’t talk, and she was laughing so hard it had gone silent except for occasional wheezing gasps for air. Her face was bright red and tears were rolling down her cheeks while she clutched at her sides. About once a minute she managed to say, “Can’t breathe,” and then laughed soundlessly some more.
It probably took five minutes for her to actually /stop/ laughing.