"And they're not robots, they're...advanced full-body prosthetics," he decided. They were technological pieces of equipment, attached to his body and an integral part of his identity, that gave him the ability to preform tasks better, or in certain instances, at all: he was Iron Man.
That being the case, he was sure there was a way to take the technology and make it as organic as the arc reactor was. "Miniaturize it and embed the armor in the reactor?" He considered the idea. "Still three generations out," he had to say regretfully. "We'll get there," he said with quiet satisfaction, closing his eyes and tugging her a little closer. "Good idea, Pep."
She was warm against him, and sitting together on the couch was very comfortable; for a moment, he wondered if he couldn't get this again when things were back to normal. Of course, when things were back to normal, he wouldn't need to drag her close to know that she was safe and well. He could do it for fun.
It wasn't a new thought, and he turned it over in his mind a few minutes, one hand absently tracing up and down her arm and shoulder. Yeah. He really wanted this to happen again. "Wanna do something?" he asked. Preferably something to the lines of 'make out' but even he knew better than to actually say that. Usually he had all sorts of smooth words to talk women out of any garment, but he didn't trust his abilities at the moment.