His approach was watched with half-lidded eyes and a languid smile. "So says the man who can get hot at a funeral," Wanda laughed and her smile widened indulgently. Personally she could think of several reasons the merry-go-round could be sexy, and that thought left her mildly ashamed but still laughing. Tony Stark was such a terrible influence.
She regarded him with equal interest and obvious pleasure at the sight of him. "Dunking booth, I presume," she remarked, noting his still slightly damp hair. Wanda sat up and slid over to leave him a space beside her. "Poor thing, I'm sure it was brutal," she murmured sympathetically and gestured for him to sit down.
She couldn't at all deny being glad to see him; it was the first time she'd been alone with him in awhile. Usually when she found him lurking about the tower it was with someone else around and whenever she did encounter him solo it was only long enough for a greeting and a goodbye before she was out the door. Getting this opportunity to be alone with him here, in the midst of a huge crowded festival, was a pleasant sort of surprise.