He loves her laugh, as he'd already bluntly informed her some time ago. Tony sighs in agreement and follows her to the room. If he had any objection to anything about it no one would know by the light of relief in his eyes as he unceremoniously drops their bags on the baggage rack by the bathroom door. "That's a big window," he commentates, not that he thinks Doom has the resources to hit them twice in one night. But he's pretty sure there's glass in his clothes still and he'd like to not repeat that experience any time soon.

Tony unzips his bag and rifles through until he comes up with a fresh pair of boxers, edging into the bathroom with full intention to hog it for a hot minute. His chivalry only goes so far, at times, and he's dying to shower all the excitement of tonight off his skin. "Order me a cheeseburger," he suggests with a barely-there smile and a vague gesture before disappearing inside and immediately turning the shower on as hot as it will go.