Tony had that right and look, he wasn't even a telepath. True fact, Emma didn't like half the people she slept with, with the exception of one or two - Tony Stark included. He was charming and charismatic, when he wanted to be. He wasn't harsh on the eyes. And the fact that he was rich? Richer than rich? Diamonds were a girl's best friend after all.
Emma clicked her tongue at him. "Poor baby, why don't you let Auntie Emma take care of it?" She nearly purred, her voice dripping with near saccharine goodness. Emma had away of offering up the goods, so to speak, while emasculating him all in one sentence with a gaze that looked down at him over the point of her nose. She quirked a brow, an amused smirk on her face, as he, in turn, complimented and insulted her all in one go. That was the nature of their relationship. Emma was pleased to see them fall back into that quick-tongued rhythm. She just hoped that he hadn't forgotten what other activities his quick tongue was good for.
She nodded, accepting his invitation. Admittedly she wasn't a bar stool kind of a person, but still she joined him and seated herself next to him. She lifted the flute of champagne, holding it by the stem. "Shall we toast something?"
A superficial scan of his thoughts told her there was something on his mind revealed well...not much. That was...troublesome to say the least. Tony's brain was normally a hive of activity, fascinating really, but this? Now? There seemed to be an void where thoughts should be. If she knew what had happened with his armor, well, then she was playing at being totally oblivious. Tony would get to it eventually.