Wait, did she just... He wasn't sure what he expected, but easy acquiescence wasn't even in the realm of possibilities. He nods, still gawking slightly, touching his hand to his tummy in the spot her hand vacates instantly. He shuts the door behind her and does his thing, the whole while his heart hammering at that very unlikely exchange. As he washes his hands, he stares in the mirror and wonders if she won't admit her agreement had been a joke the second he gets back out there.

Moving on stiff, but more cooperative limbs, Tony edges back into the living room looking very much like a deer caught in headlights. "...So." Moment of truth. Was she kidding? If she was, could he play it off gracefully at all? And if she's not, can he... oh, boy. He really needs to not ever talk.