[She gets to her feet too, finally. A little shaky, a comparison of an overly leggy baby deer isn't exactly far off. But she makes her way over to him, standing right in front of him to prevent him from pacing any further.

For a brief moment she looks hard at his face, as if trying to search out some sort of lie or catch. Finding none, she looks at his shoes and then back at up at him.]

This isn't a weird fetish thing, is it? I don't have to sleep on the end of your bed like a dog or anything. Or engage in any funny business. Not that Pepper isn't attractive and I couldn't pleasure her, but it just wouldn't be right.

[This is your chance to say no, Tony. She's waiting for it.]