[ and maybe she doesn't smile. but she does sputter her way through the next mouthful of tea, choking a moment on her own indignation. it would be a ridiculous sight even without the chunky iron man mug wobbling just under her lower lip. ]
Christ alive. [ she clears her throat, giving her head a disappointed little shake. as if the motion could somehow banish her nostalgia for another stark and his equally cheeky rejoinders. ] Is that really necessary? There's no call to be lewd.
[ but she's less upset about this, it seems, than so many other little annoyances. maybe she just likes playing the insulted party. ]
( action. )
Christ alive. [ she clears her throat, giving her head a disappointed little shake. as if the motion could somehow banish her nostalgia for another stark and his equally cheeky rejoinders. ] Is that really necessary? There's no call to be lewd.
[ but she's less upset about this, it seems, than so many other little annoyances. maybe she just likes playing the insulted party. ]