Stone grins. He'd know Monkling didn't care a flying hump about Spider-Fox or The Bat, no matter how many times he's explained that The Bat is really like a super detective with a mask and Spider-Fox is so easy to relate to it's plain silly. He also knew the ensuing "argument" would give them a chance to pass the time. His uniform is unbuttoned at the throat, technically a dress code violation but no one bothers to call him on it. Besides no one caring how he buttoned his shirt, it was a warm night.  He thinks an iced coffee sounds just about like heaven. "Hey! Look, and open coffee shop, didn't I say I needed a coffee?" He grins and pushes through the door. He learned long ago to only hold the door for Monkling by seeming coincidence. He smiles at the barista, flirting a little as he orders up a iced coffee, lots of cream. He orders Monk her usual, Hazelnut, two creams, one sugar. He steps back, rocking on his heels, fighting the urge to whistle while they wait. What he does do is look at his partner from the corner of his eye. He knows it's not smart, for his career or life in general, to harbor any feelings for her. And yet....