Heat spreads up his throat and over his face when she looks at him that way, the words sealing in the type of embarrassment that only gets him hotter. He knows objectively that he's larger than average, something not all women had liked when he was in the height of his playboy phase. He's relieved again to not be found lacking in some way by her, a feeling he's never truly had in the past, with others. If someone didn't like what he was before, it was only for one night and he could make it work. Tony doesn't want this to be like that, and he feels fear climbing up the back of his throat, making his voice quiver just a little when he responds.

"All the better to please you with, my dear." It's breathy too, but it confirms his narrative, feeling as though the sum of his parts were specifically engineered to please her in this moment. His hands fall to the sheets, yet another surrender to her as he opens himself up to whatever she has in store next.