Emma had barely finished her question before Tony was mouthing 'repercussions' thoughtfully, like he really had to ruminate on it to come up with an answer for her. Oh, but he liked that look with a little hint of danger, knocking any deep thought out of his head and giving him goosebumps as he smiled back. This little shindig was already worth getting all dressed up for, even if he was on a short leash. A guy was allowed his fantasies, right?
"Not in my vocabulary," he finally came up with, as though he hadn't heard her warning. What would the papers even have to print if Tony didn't blaze ahead without stopping to think? "We could go through the kitchen," he went on, cocking his head toward the door just a few feet to his right. "Not for the discretion, of course, there's about fourteen upstanding gentlemen in my line of sight who have your ass in an impressive laser focus," he added, still conversational and eye barely darting away from Emma to count, if that were even true. "But we do have to think of the rumours and that sounds like a delicious start."