The color on her cheeks lingers even if her embarrassment doesn't. She glances at him with a tiny frown at that soft sigh, something almost melancholy in the faint sound she can't place into context. She has no time to wonder about it further when he goes to leave, even if not before smelling her hair.

Which is odd, if not exactly creepy. "And orchids," she supplies distractedly before he's out of the room entirely, a little thrown he identified the scent correctly. Pepper thinks living with this man is probably going to be an experience unlike anything she'd prepared for. Finished with her facial routine, she squirts some hand cream onto her palm and rubs it into her hands before following Tony's example. She decides the best way to go about this is just... to do it as if she's always lived here, grabbing her tablet off her bag and rounding the bed over to the other side. She turns down the covers on her side though, climbing in and pushing her legs under; her feet always got cold.

Try as she might to focus on her email, she can't help but sneak glances at him when he puts on those reading glasses, lips curved into a smile. He's hardly an eyesore without, but the addition of the thick rimmed glasses make him look impossibly handsome.