As soon as the door opened, Tony squinted and dropped back as well, arms draped along the back of the couch and gaze darting to find a dark corner to rest. God, was it that bright in here, too? Putting the glasses back on was probably a bad look, but he reached for them anyway to give his fingers something to do and chew idly on the arm; he was just overdue for that coffee and it was starting to make his skull feel too tight. "Uh-huh," was all he had to say to Wanda's thanks, not really sure if he should move or that would shatter this quaint homemaking illusion that kept Clint so busy, so he just smiled, slow and sly while she enjoyed the weight of her crown.
Clint's final (maybe) emergence was met with a briefly startled expression that Tony turned on Wanda like she could make sense of it for him before skipping the question entirely to ask, "Did everyone get more good looking while my back was turned?" Clint, probably, didn't think that was cute, but Wanda might so Tony let his grin linger on her before focusing up and making sense of Clint's approach. 'You back?', while obscure, could only mean one thing, though Tony hadn't anticipated that kind of casual acceptance from the archer and it was throwing him off. "I appreciate the direct approach," he said, with a nod to Clint's masterful work, "but I'm going to have to disappoint you, dear; my dance card's full." He didn't know then if that was his cue to leave, since he hadn't brought gifts for the whole party and that was just bad manners.