If she hadn't asked, Tony would still be thinking it really wasn't enough. He looked taken aback for a moment, wetting his lips as he considered his answer with his hand still hovering between them, unsure which direction it was supposed to take. He honestly wasn't used to 'I would rather enjoy your company with my clothes on'. He didn't know what that meant. She couldn't possibly just be wanting to forge some alliance in case he maybe at some undefinable point turned out to be useful, she needed to have a more solid goal if she was willing to tolerate him. Why play that game, though?
"I don't need much help that I don't already have, sweetheart, so you're going to have to tell me what I get out of this deal," he recovered, though he wished they had at least made it to the quiet of the stairwell instead of lingering, jostled in the busy room where people were constantly trying to catch his eye. His hand finally found purpose, taking her arm again to carry them further from the thoroughfare, stopping only when Tony could put his back to most of the party and focus on Moira.