“Heard that one too many times?” the billionaire asks, casual and completely unphased by the other man’s obvious irritation. As someone who frequently uses pick-up lines— both as jokes and a precursor to actual flirting— Tony is well acquainted with annoyed or angry reactions. Thankfully, he’s also prepared with an alternative line, “How about this one: Are you made of fluorine, iodine and neon? Because you are F-I-Ne!”
Being flirted with was… uncommon, but he had heard – not to mention used – his own fair share of pickup lines before. It was unnerving to find out other’s had used them, but it wasn’t entirely unexpected either. “Actually, i’m made of hellfire,” he said bluntly. “ or are you really that desperate?” Either way, it wasn’t like he cared – Ky just doubted anyone would take that much energy and put it towards himself. “Either way? Congratulations… you have my full attention.”
he didn’t catch on to what they were doing at all. instead, he looked them dead in the eye and said three little words in as soft as voice as possible. “It was burning.”
“Must you use something that -” he was about to go off about how the line was overused, but instead, Ky rubbed at his temples. He wasn’t in the mood to deal with an argument. Not now at least. A reason to why he grunted to change his tone. “Surely you can come up with something better than that.”
Hellfirebound 