Jane/Tony “I wanna hear you shout it.”
“You’ll never hear me shout ANYTHING like that…” Jane said with a toss of her hair. “Quite frankly, I’m not sure what kind of fragile ego NEEDS that kind of stroking.”
“Mine. MY kind of fragile ego,” Tony countered. “That’s what kind of ego needs it. So please. Tell me how I’m the best you’ve ever had. PLEASE, Jane. Tell me I’m better than Thor.”
Jane shook her head. “I don’t kiss and tell, Tony…” She rolled over and grabbed the remote off his bedside table.
“Oh, are you staying?” he asked.
She arched an eyebrow. “Do you know who I am? I’ve won multiple nobel PRIZES. Plural. You don’t kick a multiple Nobel Prize winner out of your bed.”
“Janie, calm down…I wasn’t gonna do anything of the sort. You know…if you can just shout from the rooftops that I push your buttons better than Thor did.”
She sighed and turned on the T.V. “You’re a genius, right? You already know.”