Tony smirks, shaking his head slightly. “Blend of both. Pepper does have impeccable taste, but I love some good shopping sessions, too.”
He bites back the comment that he really might turn into dust at this point with the sunlight, considering his aversion to going outside the last few weeks, but he just sits on the mat. It’s... not terrible, he notices, just sitting here. Talking. The breeze is comfortable, the shade of the tree they’re under making the sunlight less unbearable, and well, the company isn’t too bad, either. While initially he might have been apprehensive about his instructor being Klaus, considering their evening together, but he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t actually enjoying this.
Until he mentions he wants to learn what hurts. He understands why he needs that information, of course, especially considering what he’s here to do. It’s just something he hasn’t quite shared even with Rhodey, or Pepper, even if he has a feeling they already know, anyway.
He focuses on his question first, though, and he breathes out a soft chuckle. “I don’t think she knows, but I’m sure she’ll find out at some point. Pepper has a way of knowing everything, so. It’s best if you resign yourself to that fact now.” There’s nothing but fondness in his voice as he says it; Pepper may be his assistant, but he trusts her like she’s family.
He pauses for a moment before he shifts back to Klaus’s original request. He remembers how much Pepper had told him about the nondisclosure agreement, how he should be open to the instructor so that this could work, but he doesn’t know how much he knows about it. The public had only seen him during the press conference, the reactor buried between an undershirt, the button up, a tie, and the strap of the sling his arm had been on, but no one had seen it up close.
With a sigh, almost hesitant, he taps on the glowing circle under his shirt. Now that he’s not standing in direct sunlight, Klaus would be able to see the glow a little better, and he may be able to make out the way the casing around it as well, and how it’s not flush against his chest. It’s protruding from his sternum instead.
“I came back with another little party favor. I’m not sure if she told you about that, but this may make some poses difficult. I’m not sure to what degree,” he admits begrudgingly, even if there’s a small sort of smirk on his face that disappears almost as quickly as it settles on his lips. “I haven’t exactly been testing that out. But figured I’d let you know now, so that it’s not a surprise later.”
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He bites back the comment that he really might turn into dust at this point with the sunlight, considering his aversion to going outside the last few weeks, but he just sits on the mat. It’s... not terrible, he notices, just sitting here. Talking. The breeze is comfortable, the shade of the tree they’re under making the sunlight less unbearable, and well, the company isn’t too bad, either. While initially he might have been apprehensive about his instructor being Klaus, considering their evening together, but he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t actually enjoying this.
Until he mentions he wants to learn what hurts. He understands why he needs that information, of course, especially considering what he’s here to do. It’s just something he hasn’t quite shared even with Rhodey, or Pepper, even if he has a feeling they already know, anyway.
He focuses on his question first, though, and he breathes out a soft chuckle. “I don’t think she knows, but I’m sure she’ll find out at some point. Pepper has a way of knowing everything, so. It’s best if you resign yourself to that fact now.” There’s nothing but fondness in his voice as he says it; Pepper may be his assistant, but he trusts her like she’s family.
He pauses for a moment before he shifts back to Klaus’s original request. He remembers how much Pepper had told him about the nondisclosure agreement, how he should be open to the instructor so that this could work, but he doesn’t know how much he knows about it. The public had only seen him during the press conference, the reactor buried between an undershirt, the button up, a tie, and the strap of the sling his arm had been on, but no one had seen it up close.
With a sigh, almost hesitant, he taps on the glowing circle under his shirt. Now that he’s not standing in direct sunlight, Klaus would be able to see the glow a little better, and he may be able to make out the way the casing around it as well, and how it’s not flush against his chest. It’s protruding from his sternum instead.
“I came back with another little party favor. I’m not sure if she told you about that, but this may make some poses difficult. I’m not sure to what degree,” he admits begrudgingly, even if there’s a small sort of smirk on his face that disappears almost as quickly as it settles on his lips. “I haven’t exactly been testing that out. But figured I’d let you know now, so that it’s not a surprise later.”