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He likes the way that feels, her hands on him in general, but something about this... Well, everything about their precarious position on the couch is pleasant, but that's beside the point. Tony carefully pulls back enough to meet her eyes, not exactly sure how to transition here. She's saying one thing and doing another -- but asking to make out had turned out okay for him and so after a beat or two of uncertainty, he decides to just ask. "Do you want company?" For the nap. He could use one too, honestly, and it would pass even more time. Obviously that's what's important here.