"Sounds good," Pepper answers belatedly with a gentle smile, seeming as distracted staring into his eyes as he is hers. A long moment passes before she realizes this probably means she needs to move -- breathing a slight sigh, she reluctantly begins pulling back from Tony's warmth, rolling on her back and further to lean over the edge of the bed, looking for something.

"What would you like?" she asks, reaching out a hand and just about managing to drag the room service menu off the side table she'd left it last night with her fingertips, snatching it up with a triumphant little noise before flopping back on the bed next to him to peruse it.