He laughs too, stilted and still breathy. "It's a date." Tony needs to stop saying things before thinking them through, though honestly what does he say that's comletely thought out. Not much.

"I don't see how that's supposed to help my pride any. Pretty sure I don't bend that way." His hand flops back down, knuckles brushing her arm in a way that could almost be determined as deliberate (but isn't.) He needs to get up before he can't anymore, but something about this is... nice. Maybe sleeping together (IN THE SAME BED!! omg) won't be as awkward as he initially thought.