“Anyone who says that the way to a man’s heart or general positive temperament isn’t via his stomach, is a liar. But thank you, I’ll be sure to let you know how I find them.” A lop-sided grin ebbs a fraction as the man settles in the seat, a stirrer in hand lightly agitating the deepened hues of the beverage within the cup. In turn there’s a knowing hum as Antheia mentions her preferred brands - having been something of an admirer of watches of a certain raised ilk, they’re not his preferred choice, but the futurist would admit to their reliability. And yet it’s her subsequent question that gives him pause, drawing a long and satisfied sip of the coffee. “Honestly, today’s been the first day over the past few months in which I’ve afforded myself the opportunity to stop for the day. Things have been astoundingly busy and I’ve been keeping my head down with one lead after another. Yourself?”
“I’ve wooed many a heads of with baked goods, but that stays between you and me.” She followed her statement with a wink before turning her attention to her coffee once more. The warm liquid made her sigh contently as she sipped it. “Don’t burn yourself out too quickly, Stark. Pretty such most of the world still wants you involved in the hero business. Care to share what’s kept you so preoccupied?” Who would have thought that she would have to tell the playboy philanthropist to take work easily. A few years ago she would have wondered if the man did any work at all. After meeting him however it was clear that his dedication to the world was a sound one. “You know how the UN is, everything’s a crisis needing to be solved. Geneva has its charms, but surprisingly I found myself missing New York.”
