His eyes widen and he swallows, pushing himself up off the couch in reaction to her question. "N-no," he insists nervously, gesturing for her to take his place on the couch instead. She likes torturing him far too much, but still he shakes his head just in case she really was serious. "I've got it."

Tony opens the door a crack and has a hushed conversation with the bellboy while trying not to look back at her or call attention to the fact that Pepper Potts is naked in the room behind him. These kind of things were once commonplace in his life and yet now they could bring forth a stammering, flushed face version of himself. Thanking the man profusely, perhaps more than what's warranted for a couple steaks, he manages to get the tray into the room and closes the door without having a heart attack, which he's calling a win honestly.