He didn't usually push this far with her - he knew what lines he could cross, and did on a regular basis, and what he couldn't. He was just choosing to cross this one now because he needed to drop his head against her shoulder and take a few deep breaths of the smell of Pepper.
Her fingers threading through his hair was...new. And nice. Weird that he was perfectly happy to accept nice and not feel disappointed that it wasn't something far more intense. "Okay," he repeated softly. "We're okay." Hopefully.
"You always need a raise," he informed her as he eased himself into the tub - yes, ignoring JARVIS's stern comments that the water was hot, because that was the damn point. "This is non-negotiable - ow." Okay, yes, the water was hot. Or maybe that was just his back.
"I'm not going to drown in the jacuzzi," he told her, unable to help the amusement in his voice. "Swearsie," he added, lifting up a hand in the Boy Scout salute.
As she left to get the water he probably needed, he let it drop to hook over the back of the tub to be sure that he wouldn't, and let himself slouch lower.