Worship is a good term for what he's doing, reverently moving his lips down to her knee, hand smoothing over her ankle before tracing the straps of her shoe. Tony looks up at her, smiling as he catches her eyes. She's supposed to be looking in the mirror, but he can't help the way she makes him feel, chest full to bursting with how much he loves her.

"My beautiful goddess... fiancee. That whole thing was real in there, right? Not a dream." His smile turns a little hazy, kissing the side of her knee before trailing down over her calf, his free hand running a ghostly parallel against her other leg.