She gives a little bow, hand over heart. “I’m Summer, Mr Stark.” She colours a little at the compliment, and shakes her head. “How can you know I’m charming when I’ve said only one sentence to you?”
Tony raised a brow. “That was..fun to watch, can you do it again? I feel like I’m a sort of a prince or something,” he said briefly and walked towards his workbench where he had placed his coffee cup. “Well, instinct?”
Summer smiles, and gives the little bow again. “What, like that?”