Steven was left to wonder about it while Tony drained his glass, held tilted back to taste the last drops before he took a breath and licked his lips, raising the empty glass to his new project. He hadn't nearly met Tony's pace, so Tony didn't bother to offer a refill as he stood to pour his own, bringing the bottle back with him as he did so Steven could catch up with him. Setting it on the table, Tony remained standing, and suggested, "Why don't you come to dinner with me?" Whatever that might lead to, it was certainly a start at something. Being an artist, being anything, really, meant knowing the right people, after all. Tony himself might not exactly have been the 'right people', but he certainly knew a few that were set on more reputable paths. Steven wasn't allowed to decide, lest he decide wrong, and Tony continued for him, "I'm sure there's an adolescent on board who could spare a jacket."