[I do not]
This was a hotel, Tony could tell just by the feel of the mattress and weight of the room, that telltale hotel smell masked by the perfume on her skin. God, even without opening his eyes, no wonder he fell into this bed, that scent was intoxicating; he barely cared that there wasn't much air down here under the sheets except that, eventually, he would probably pass out again, and he didn't handle the morning-after ritual very well. He had to test with his foot where the edge of the bed was, cautiously, arm still stretched across her and face pressed to her stomach, not really sure what step two was. Hope she was a deep sleeper, probably.