Making people comfortable was a skill of Tony's, but rarely in conversation. If they were comfortable in conversation, they weren't nearly as surprised as he liked. Obviously, Ms. Moira had something she thought she needed to tell him, which might account for some of the missed appointments Pepper had insisted weren't important. Tony would have preferred a meeting with this goddess over Councilor Ulrich or that weird, weaselly guy that was head of security at the campus, though. He had to wonder if she put forth this much effort every time she thought she was going to see him.
Finding out Tony Stark was too busy probably ruined your whole week. "Were we talking about business?" he asked, knowing how he would prefer to make it up to her so she might not throw any more barbs. Relaxing back into his seat out of his enthusiastic lean, he noted, "I thought we were talking about me," with some disappointment. That wasn't exactly an invitation, and his attention clearly wandered, scanning the party for someone who wasn't going to talk as much. He was kind enough to give her a chance to redeem herself, shooting her an inquisitive look with that twisted smirk of mischief, letting her decide her course of action.