If Tony really wanted to get away from random strangers knocking at his door, he probably would have gone down to his lab. Both doors locked, but that one always felt a little more secure, somehow. But maybe not safer, what with all the sharp and sometimes hot tools he had. He'd learned that lesson a few dozen times already. No nudity in the lab.
"That's a whole spread," Tony said, not particularly shy when it came to opening the door with exactly nothing on. Like they'd gone over before: Bobby was not a teenager and Tony was a narcissist. Or, well, he had been something like that once upon a time, and it lingered now and again even if Tony was maybe a little secretly sure that he'd been better looking before all the reactor and invasive surgery bits of his life.
"I think I could forgive the red wine if it's bad, considering all the rest." He opened his door a little more, offering Bobby entrance. It'd be a shame to let the food go all frozen-dinner just because he was taking his sweet time in the doorway. "That's convenient then, huh?"