Tony just about flung his blanket off, arms up and head lolling back with that fatal blow. "Bruce," he started, very seriously, grabbing the Headiest of Boys by the shoulders to look him in the eye, "that's a date. Wait, what rumours?" An effective question to cover both playing innocent, and genuinely finding out what someone else had been saying about him options. If it was the flobberworms-are-attracted-to-his-natural-odour thing, Tony wasn't worried. Anyone could have said that.