"I'm--" she begins, but the brush of his fingers against her skin startles her into pausing -- if only for a beat as she recovers, shaking her head with a quick smile and trying to ignore the goosebumps that dapple her arms fleetingly at the touch, the shiver running down her spine. "I'm good, thanks. It's all yours."

She picks up her cup, sipping on Tony's likely ridiculously fancy -- and amazing -- coffee. She really needs to stop being so twitchy at these casual touches if they're to pull this off, but it's been such a long time since she's had that kind of relationship with anyone.