"Kinky."

Tony smirked as he uttered the word plain and simple before licking some sauce from the corner of his mouth. The game was still in motion and there was still time to get the devil back at his own game. Right? At least that's how Tony viewed it. Losing wasn't in his dictionary as he often liked to quote.

"Oh, no one. It's just that you blatantly are by being such a handsome bastard."

Those fingers on Tony's knee causing him to hitch slightly, nearly choking on his meatball. Jesus Christ.