I snort hard enough that I'm amazed I don't let go of the rock in the process. A part of me's understandably mortified by the question, but given the sorts of things that regularly come out of Tony's mouth in all of their inappropriate glory, I can't say I'm especially surprised. I mean, jeez, it's been a whole five minutes since he said something awful. That's got to be some sort of record.

"Define freaky spider sex," I say dryly. "'Cause I'm not into ritualized dancing, if that's what you're asking."