ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴏғ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍs

Tony can't help but eavesdrop a little, amused by the whole exchange though he tries to keep the smirk off his face. He's satisfied that this was a decent distraction as he pulls out of his wrecked house and onto the street. "You didn't even have to name-drop." He always has to namedrop. His charm has never translated well over the phone (or you know, even in person for some people.) "The Hyatt sounds like the Chateau Frontenac right about now." For real, he's pumped to stay in a room with no holes in it.