"What, you don't want to quit your job at your big fancy company to become a yoga instructor? Well why not?"
Klaus shifts on his mat and flops backward, stretching and simply enjoying the dappled sun through the leaves of the tree overhead. He turns his head to look at Tony, however. "Besides, creative differences can be sexy. Think of all the angst and tension you could work out. I mean in choosing difficult poses, you know, get your head out of the gutter." He points a feigned accusing finger at Tony before he lets out a sigh, his arms falling back to his sides.
"This pose shouldn't hurt. Lie back and enjoy the day a little. Especially since I need to celebrate this victory. Pepper told me you'd probably quit on me thirty seconds in, that you can be doggedly determined when you put your mind to it. So I'm already breaking a Tony Stark World Record as he speak. But I have to say I'm absolutely relieved to still have a job. I really should make people sign a non-disclosure as well. Would hate for all of my nefarious practices to leak to the public. God forbid I surprise a man sometimes."
He takes in a deep breath and lets it out in a slow sigh. "So here's the deal," he says when he rolls over onto his side to look at Tony on the mat a few feet from him. "Well do some stretches every day, whatever you're feeling, and if you're not, then we'll spend the time in idle chit-chat and I'll gush over every detail. I'll even tell Ms. Potts all about the excellent progress you've made and maybe, just maybe, it'll release some of that tension you're holding onto for dear life. It's making me tense and that's impressive. Kind of somewhere between like... deciding which cake to have for dessert or casually tearing the world apart. That kind of tension."
no subject
Klaus shifts on his mat and flops backward, stretching and simply enjoying the dappled sun through the leaves of the tree overhead. He turns his head to look at Tony, however. "Besides, creative differences can be sexy. Think of all the angst and tension you could work out. I mean in choosing difficult poses, you know, get your head out of the gutter." He points a feigned accusing finger at Tony before he lets out a sigh, his arms falling back to his sides.
"This pose shouldn't hurt. Lie back and enjoy the day a little. Especially since I need to celebrate this victory. Pepper told me you'd probably quit on me thirty seconds in, that you can be doggedly determined when you put your mind to it. So I'm already breaking a Tony Stark World Record as he speak. But I have to say I'm absolutely relieved to still have a job. I really should make people sign a non-disclosure as well. Would hate for all of my nefarious practices to leak to the public. God forbid I surprise a man sometimes."
He takes in a deep breath and lets it out in a slow sigh. "So here's the deal," he says when he rolls over onto his side to look at Tony on the mat a few feet from him. "Well do some stretches every day, whatever you're feeling, and if you're not, then we'll spend the time in idle chit-chat and I'll gush over every detail. I'll even tell Ms. Potts all about the excellent progress you've made and maybe, just maybe, it'll release some of that tension you're holding onto for dear life. It's making me tense and that's impressive. Kind of somewhere between like... deciding which cake to have for dessert or casually tearing the world apart. That kind of tension."