He lets out a strangled cry when she rocks her hips against his again, body becoming mighty impatient though he's content to drag this out all day if that's her intention. As with everything she's said thus far, Tony nods even before she's through with the command, a hot jolt going through his tummy when she touches the front of his trousers. Laying back down, but keeping his chin up to maintain eye contact as per her unspoken wishes, Tony threads his hands neatly through hers and unbuttons his pants, beginning to shimmy out of them without displacing her perch on his legs.