"Nice of you to make an appearance. Only took you, what, an hour to make it here."
Charlotte narrowed her eyes, the concern with which she'd entered Tony's bedroom quickly evaporating when faced with petulant superhero. "I'm sorry I didn't respond to your summons with enough alacrity," she said sarcastically. "I don't work for you, Tony, so I can show up when I damn well please!"
"You did...well, for a few months at least," he pointed out.
"Work for me."
"I did not!"
"Yeah, you did," He leaned back in his chair. "Memory going in your old age, Birdie?"
"I never accepted a salary," she shot back, "so technically, I did not work for you!"
"Technically? So we're all about being technical now. Okay, so technically, it's my birthday, and you should be nicer to me for once!"
"For once! When am I not nice to you?" she demanded.
"Tahiti!" he shot back without even thinking about it.
"Tahiti?" she repeated incredulously. "You were drunk, naked and passed out on my bedroom floor! I fell over you when I got out of bed!"
"And you weren't very nice about it."
"I'm nice enough when I bail you out of foreign prisons after you insult the local potentate!"
"Hey, that only happened once!"
"Twice," she corrected smugly.
"Well if you're going to be technical about it," he groused.