He draws back a little bit when she starts in seriously, and he's already preparing himself mentally for whatever it is she thinks they should do. When the knock sounds at the door, he actually jumps, so taken by her he'd forgotten entirely about breakfast himself. "Right." Busying himself with trying to get his heartrate under control, Tony leans back against the bed and watches her go, unable to keep his gaze from lingering at her backside. He props up a pillow under his head and sighs, tracking her movements by ear when she disappears from sight.