Her gaze narrows. “Something is not right here. I /know/ you don’t know my Tony. Okay. We have an open relationship, but it’s not that open.” One hand gropes at her throat, fisting around something that sparkles.
Tommy shrugs. “Okay, okay.” He tilts his head and then crosses his arms. “Wh-what is that….?”
“Hm? Oh.” She opens her hand and shows him: a circular pendant, glittering blue, like an arc reactor. “Tony gave it to me, for Valentine’s Day.”
Tommy smiles. “That’s cool. Can I… see it?” He lifts a brow and motions to the glowing item she presents.
She reaches behind her neck and undoes the clasp. “It doesn’t do anything, if that’s what you’re thinking. ‘Rocks and metal, wrought in a pleasing form.’” The platinum hangs from one finger, and she holds it out to Tommy.