That was absolutely the most precious thing Tony had heard all week. These southern darlings were always so sweetly accommodating, no matter how cruelly Steve tried to railroad him. The flinch of annoyance that had touched Tony's face at Steve's helpful comment was eased immediately by Paige's extraordinary ability to ignore it, and Tony just turned his head enough to give Steve a triumphant side-eye, then raptly back to his new friend.
"The pleasure is all mine," he insisted, skipping ahead a bit in the script, as he took Paige's hand in greeting, the metal of the Iron Man warm under the sun but smooth and seamless. "But I'd be glad to return the favour. How do you feel about lunch, my penthouse. We could fly, it's just a few blocks." Okay, maybe that was a little more aggressive than necessary, but Steve didn't need to get on his back. The intent had been entirely harmless. There must have been some law against letting a pretty girl know it back in the dark ages of Steve's childhood.