He blinks owlishly at her, brain working overtime to try and process those words. "Oh." He really needs to stop saying that, but this time it has a bit of a bite; like he's catching on or something. (About time.) Tony's gaze travels unshyly down to her mouth, his own throat going dry at the prospect. "Thanks for letting me know."

Now he's torn on whether he should leave the next move up to her -- Pepper is so good at putting him on the spot; and he's certain by now that she knows exactly what she's doing. He remembers vividly their drunken makeout session and perhaps in hopes to redeem himself, or to keep her from thinking he doesn't want to kiss her again, Tony goes ahead and steals her thunder. His eyes slide shut as he leans in to close the small distance, pressing his lips to hers firmly, and dryly at first. Satisfied with that, he turns to face her a little more as he deepens the kiss, his heart pounding furiously behind his breast as though trying to leap up his throat.