Tony supposed he deserved this. Though, the fact that she didn't find him absolutely enthralling was a little disappointing. He had to wonder how long this embargo on all of the fascinating things he had to say was supposed to last, and kept perfectly still, gaze dropping to the bar sheepishly for the treatment, then back up to Emma questioningly hopeful while he pouted against her finger.
"That's not very good for the ego, either," he pointed out the second her finger lifted away, and cocked his head before she could do it again to press his cheek into her hand instead with a lazy grin. "But I guess the fact that you're wondering when I'll get around to making you come three times in the back of your car makes up for it. Are you sure you don't want to join them?" This was offered as casually as he started, pointing a thumb back over to where the waitress kept disappearing to tend to the rowdy crowd of lobbyists who seemed to be onto who was more aware of the individual needs of the disabled and what completely unfair treatment their local grocery stores offered. That was, so completely enrapturing that Tony guessed he and Emma would be out the door within the next thirty seconds.