"Mr. Stark any comment on the notion that Project War Machine is just Top Gun for bored billionaires with too much money?" The blonde reporter asked, a slight accent annunciating the nasal consonants of her speech.

Stark peered over his red lenses sunglasses at the reporter before flashing his perfectly manmade smug smile. His eyes darted down to the ID badge strategically placed between her exposed cleavage. The name next to a more modest photo read 'Ali Anovna'. Hungry blue eyes trailed the perfect hourglass figure before returning an answer.

"I assure you, I'm hardly bored, I have a date tonight with a tall, leggy, blonde, half... is that a Ukrainian accent, Miss Anovna?" He asked, taking a step towards the reporter. Her cheeks flushed slightly.

"It is," She replied, some bashfulness filling her voice as she soaked in the billionaire's blatant advance.

"Dinner at eight then, I'll have Pepper send you over something real nice." Tony leaned into the microphone, "And secondly if it is Top Gun, then I guarantee you there will be volleyball, it will be sweaty and shirtless and I will be joining in and streaming it for all." He laughed, pushing the sunglasses up before turning towards the luxury supercar awaiting him.

"I am after all a philanthropist!"