It was a look that Tony appreciated to its full extent. Really, he appreciated seeing Danvers under flattering light at all, all that harshness she projected given a little alluring glow-- the flattering jeans were just a bonus. For a beat he wasn't sure why he was seeing her at that particular moment, which could have been the fault of that distracting glow, or it could have just been the fourteen other people in his office and the fact that his schedule had not, in fact, been entirely supplanted since the call from Bukharin like he just assumed. Every once in a while, someone failed to be notified that they had been replaced by something more important, and Tony was forced into some alternate reality he thought he had avoided.
"Major," he recovered quickly enough, waving away the woman who had been buttoning his cuffs for him while he simply lounged against his desk sipping a fresh martini to free him to take Danvers' offered hand. One task denied, the woman still talked on, consulting the luminescent pad that had been tucked under her arm while she worked. Meanwhile Tony smiled at the newcomer, the assistant thoroughly used to Tony listening with one ear while he did a dozen other things, or at least had herself convinced.
"--while she said it could be moved to next Monday, she wanted it to be made clear that no one else could oversee the project, and she couldn't go forward until then--"
"Next week, Mr. Stark?" came a gentle interjection over Carol's shoulder from what must have been the masseuse, her table and towels folded and packed and leaned against her side as she waited serenely for Tony's answer.
"Tony. And you know--"
"We can only hope." The woman waved and wove her way through the gathering, Tony's attention already diverted and his smile gone, unbuttoned cuff tickling his chest as he absently tried to finish buttoning his shirt with one hand himself.
"--if you wanted to look at the evaluations for sustainability of the Fujikawa offshoots anymore since the--" the assistant at Tony's side was still talking, but stopped the second Tony's eye was on her, despite her focus being on her notes.
"Can you get these people out of here, sweetheart?"
In seconds, the room was emptied, taking the dull murmur with it and leaving Tony and Carol in a vacuum quiet. That was what he needed. No hostile Peanut Gallery, no crowd buffer, now he could polish off what exactly he thought he saw in Danvers when they met in her lead chamber. What sort of excuse did they have? Some manned bullet that S.H.I.E.L.D. had outlined. "Please," Tony invited with a sweeping gesture towards the cluster of comforting couches. Crisp white linen, not a yard of leather in sight. "Can I offer you any pleasures?" was a question that might have seemed more innocent if Tony wasn't still fingering the buttons of his shirt, but not much.