How did she know? Tony just asked her a question, he could have just been concerned about her, maybe she needed a hand or wasn't comfortable and he could make some different arrangements or talk to the staff and get some kind of upgrade or build it himself, okay he was bored. He didn't mean to push her, though. "You're not harassing me with, like, eight billion things I don't want to do, I don't know what to do with myself," he explained as he followed Pepper into the cool shade of her suite. It was a wonder she wasn't feeling more restless. Tony wasn't sure she knew how to function when she wasn't running the office, watching Socrates, teaching Cassie, raising Anthony and making sure Tony didn't die all at once. It was a little surreal. He flapped a hand dismissively at her trying to thank him, no big deal, because it shouldn't have taken her wedding to get a vacation, and dropped himself bonelessly onto her crisp, white bed. There wasn't even a chocolate on the pillow.
"Didn't check," he admitted inattentively, watching her from his back on the bed as she put everything in order, even here where he was sure there were people to do that for you. If there wasn't, it wasn't like it mattered. He only got as far as opening his bag and generally spreading his presence around to cover up that shaming aura of purity he was supposed to exist in. Pepper, on the other hand, took to it rather well.