He smiles as he picks up her glass, tipping his head at her order. Hers ends up being mostly champagne with a few splashes of juice while his is at least 50% vodka. It really has less to do with her than it does his constantly intruding thoughts. Alcohol was always good for slowing himself down -- too good, he knew, if he weren't careful. Still. Tony sets her drink down in front of her without the straw this time, tossing a pillow down from the couch so she can get more comfy.

"You didn't sneak a peek, did you?" He sips his drink and sets it down too as he sits, putting his cards back in his hand and peering over them at her.