The only answer Tony had for her was a wry grin because the only cause he could possibly prioritize was his own problematic crew. He couldn't leave them for long, but they enjoyed short bursts of stability that didn't require his constant observation. The bigger question mark was Wanda's casual intimacy.
Very quickly, very early on in their relationship it had become a staple and hardly noticeable anymore to Tony until it was gone and Wanda was distant, either out of his own foolishness or the influence of some lesser evil. He might have overindulged, otherwise starved for that kind of physical attention; it was a largely unexplored median between fucking and being held at a careful arm's length. It wasn't exactly normal, but Tony knew that he didn't enjoy it while Wanda was heaping affection instead on her dull boyfriend and that was a clear enough cue. "Did you play tourist yet?" he asked as he took her hand from his cheek and carefully shifted a fraction to face her, and put another inch of space between them. Not waiting for an answer, he continued, "I could introduce you to a few people." It wasn't like he could show her off when she was under house arrest. Wanda could meet all of the nice boys of Los Angeles that she had been missing on her own and maybe shower them with all of this extra attention when Tony came back home.