[In the end, it doesn't matter what he really meant. She'll give him whatever she chooses to give him, what she decides he deserves. He hasn't done anything for her to break out the bag of tricks in public just yet. The pace remains maddeningly slow for now, almost too casual and lazy.]

I didn't take that as combative. [Yet.] But you're being vague. What would it take for you to have a vested interest? Robots? Cars? Cotton candy?

[At least with the last option, she could allow him to eat it off of her. One day, Tony, one day.]