Any more mixed signals and Tony was going to short out. He was given pause again, like the possibility of that coffee being shared in his territory hadn't occurred to him, and he couldn't imagine why. Oh right, she was trying to tell him she wasn't about to sleep with him. But she wanted coffee at his house. Who wanted coffee at his house and actually meant coffee?
"Look," he said, turning on his heel to full face Moira again and stop her with a hand on her shoulder, "you want something from me, I get it. I've got a whole room full of people who want something from me. So let's stop wasting time and you just tell me what you want to hear me say, then I'm going to go home with someone who's more happy to see what I actually have to offer." Tony was fairly certain he would like to share that coffee with Moira and hear what she had to say, because he was sure it wouldn't be anything less captivating than the way she presented herself. He didn't like the idea of ending this night with an empty bed, though, and that took priority. Moira could call his office again if she wanted to try her hand at captivating him one more time.