With an easy smile and minute nod as he accepted and thought over this suggestion, Tony eventually offered, "To good business." It was only after a beat, when Tony had already started to bring his glass to his lips like he could stand to leave it at a such a dull answer, that he continued abruptly; "And to the completely enthralling and absolutely erotic people we grace with our presence." Only then did he drink, swiftly before Emma could edit the toast to her liking, eyes closed and half the glass emptied in a breath. It touched the bar again with the singular ring of crystal, where Tony's elbow already rested and he could keep his hold on the flute with just his fingers touched to the rim. He shifted his seat to keep leaned close to Emma like every word he said was an intimately shared secret.
"I hear you're back with the X-Men," was all he really noted, though his voice was invitingly low with an edge of darkness to the way he said it. They had been a strange and unreliable bunch lately-- not the team itself, perhaps, but Xavier and his students allowed to get out of hand. Rogue working with Sinister, Marvel Girl killing cops, Polaris reconnecting (allegedly) with Daddy and his Brotherhood. Maybe with Emma around again that ship would be run a little tighter. Some people just needed a little stricter control, like under that look she was so good at giving him down her nose-- some people just liked a little stricter control. Tony's fingers came away from his champagne to curl against his lips, innocently hiding his contemplative smirk, steely blue admiration following the curve of Emma's shoulder until falling on that first sharp edge of that strict control corset and jumping back to her face.