Whatever her temperature, it went either unnoticed or entirely unacknowledged. Instead, it appeared as though Tony took Carol's question quite seriously-- after all, Tony took the individual pleasures of all of the extraordinary women in his life very seriously, and very personally when given the chance-- spreading his arms to offer all of the pleasures they could encompass. Just his cuff hung open by the time he crossed the room, high contrast black against the couch cushions, martini in expert hands even as Tony gestured and never within threat of spilling over. Tony got a lot of practice.
"Anything from a canary to the Canary Islands, sweetheart, you just say the word," he invited, completely unchallenged. Of course he could, and Danvers didn't have much reason to go on refusing what he could give her-- just stubbornness, and alleged lesbianism, but that one was less tricky. He expected something more along the lines of a cup of coffee or a quick tumble on the couch he spread himself across, but he was happy to accommodate. He tugged the tie that hung loose from around his neck, balling it in one hand to toss it to an empty chair for someone else to think of later. It would be really very easy to treat the rest of his clothes the same way.