"Of course," Stephen repeats, amused. "You wouldn't possibly sully your hands with something so common as architecture."
Despite his fairly high standards -- born not of his very middle-class upbringing, but his fantastic specialist surgeon's salary -- the lobby he's led through is impressive. There's two types of rich people: those who flaunt their money at every opportunity and make for extremely gaudy surroundings, and those that keep things tasteful, and Stark's the latter. Oh, Stephen's sure he probably has a whole armada of expensive cars and technology, but the lobby, at least, is classy.
The question once they're in the elevator prompts a thoughtful hum, and Stephen reaches up to hook a finger in his bowtie. Slowly, he tugs it loose, and then tosses it at Stark, the material draping over his shoulder. "There, now I'm catching up," he drawls, and reaches over, popping the third button of Stark's shirt.
Ooh, like unwrapping a present. He does like this slow reveal.
"Maybe I'm just keeping you on your toes," he says, playfulness sparking in pale eyes. "I'm not one of your fangirls, Stark. I'm not going to tear my dress off as soon as we're in private. I save that for the second date."
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Despite his fairly high standards -- born not of his very middle-class upbringing, but his fantastic specialist surgeon's salary -- the lobby he's led through is impressive. There's two types of rich people: those who flaunt their money at every opportunity and make for extremely gaudy surroundings, and those that keep things tasteful, and Stark's the latter. Oh, Stephen's sure he probably has a whole armada of expensive cars and technology, but the lobby, at least, is classy.
The question once they're in the elevator prompts a thoughtful hum, and Stephen reaches up to hook a finger in his bowtie. Slowly, he tugs it loose, and then tosses it at Stark, the material draping over his shoulder. "There, now I'm catching up," he drawls, and reaches over, popping the third button of Stark's shirt.
Ooh, like unwrapping a present. He does like this slow reveal.
"Maybe I'm just keeping you on your toes," he says, playfulness sparking in pale eyes. "I'm not one of your fangirls, Stark. I'm not going to tear my dress off as soon as we're in private. I save that for the second date."