[Tony stares at her a little. Then he ends up staring at her a lot, since the amount of her talking is proportionate to the amount of her staring.
It's true: that question is rather uncomfortable, and perhaps for that reason as well as any number of others, he casually deflects back into the pragmatic, hiking his eyebrows and flipping a forefinger up from his casual, arms-crossed stance of casualness, as if he's cutting through her words to get back to the original question. Rather than you know, evading, the new one.] Uhh, [he says.]
Hung, drawn, and quartered?
[If he didn't trust her on some level, they probably wouldn't have gotten this far. But sometimes words must be exchanged.]
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It's true: that question is rather uncomfortable, and perhaps for that reason as well as any number of others, he casually deflects back into the pragmatic, hiking his eyebrows and flipping a forefinger up from his casual, arms-crossed stance of casualness, as if he's cutting through her words to get back to the original question. Rather than you know, evading, the new one.] Uhh, [he says.]
Hung, drawn, and quartered?
[If he didn't trust her on some level, they probably wouldn't have gotten this far. But sometimes words must be exchanged.]