[He shakes his head and raises a finger to impart the following drunken wisdom:] Nope, I'm pretty sure the order goes dinner at Chez Exclusive [said with a French accent of course], then the always amusing walk of shame -- which I totally do not have JARVIS record and save on the house server -- and then they sell my underwear on eBay because I never called back. I think ultra-personal information is, like, step forty-seven.
I'm not really one for protocol though, so you might wanna ask Pep--
[He freezes. Brings his hand to his forehead. God damn it he is not supposed to be thinking about Pepper. In fact, he is explicitly NOT supposed to do that.]