[The stream of dark not-tea pauses, interrupted by the jig of her hand as if cued by the tap of his finger. She looks at him - or specifically at the center of his chest - blinks uncomprehendingly, and then quite sensibly sets the pot aside.]
Your heart. 'Kind of' and 'adjacent' to. —Might you consider some form of actual elaboration, Mr. Stark?
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Your heart. 'Kind of' and 'adjacent' to. —Might you consider some form of actual elaboration, Mr. Stark?